Having attachments means having a weakness.

"Bi Fang doesn’t have any, but I have plenty."

Zhou Xuan said with a bitter smile.

While the two chatted casually, Zhao Wuya finally returned to the pavilion with Yun Ziliang’s painting on his back.

"Huh, we two master and disciple went out for a day, and the house changed completely; there’s a big bamboo house now and even a little kid."

"Is this kid... the Red Ginseng Child?"

Yun Ziliang jumped out of the painting, crouching like a "strange old man," sniffing around the Red Ginseng Child.

The three children, frustrated at not playing with the Kaleidoscope, punched Yun Ziliang’s foot.

"Ouch, quite strong."

Yun Ziliang quickly withdrew his foot and looked at the Red Ginseng Child as if seeing food. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Lao Yun, don’t get any ideas about the Red Ginseng Child yet."

Zhou Xuan waved his hand at Yun Ziliang.

"Xuanzi, isn’t this Red Ginseng Child prepared for me?"

Yun Ziliang still hoped to use the child to repair his extremely damaged body.

"Something big happened to my master; the Red Ginseng Child needs to be kept around for now, to save his life at a critical moment."

"What happened?"

Seeing Zhou Xuan’s serious expression, Yun Ziliang realized that it wasn’t a small matter, so he didn’t joke around. He scooped a bowl of soup for himself and slurped it down.

Zhou Xuan explained the matter of the "Curse of the Hundred Beasts" to Yun Ziliang in detail.

Yun Ziliang listened, growing more alarmed, and said, "The Curse of the Hundred Beasts... Bi Fang wants you to be neither fully human nor fully beast, even in death, you’ll become an animal, and yet they call it God-level with such underhanded tactics."

"Lao Yun, do we have any way to bring Bi Fang down to the mortal realm?"

"None. It’s not just Bi Fang; Ya Zi and I spent a whole day at the Mingjiang River and East Market Street, and we couldn’t find the Mountain Ancestor either."

Yun Ziliang’s efforts were also thwarted.

"Isn’t the Ancestor Dragon and the Dragon God supposed to enter the Divine Country where the Mountain Ancestor resides?"

"The Mountain Ancestor isn’t in the Divine Country anymore, nor do we know where he went."

Zhao Wuya squatted to the side, sipping soup, and gestured as he spoke: "In the vast Divine Country, besides nine daoists, the Mountain Ancestor’s whereabouts are unknown."

"He might be avoiding us," Lv Mingkun interjected.

"Doesn’t seem like he’s avoiding us," Yun Ziliang said. "Ya Zi and I saw the Divine Country through the Ancestor Dragon’s eye. The corners are thick with dust, the Divine Country hasn’t been maintained for a long time. Dragon Seeking Heavenly Masters have always had the propensity to wander. Maybe even upon reaching God-level, this habit hasn’t changed."

Saying this, Yun Ziliang turned to Zhou Xuan and said, "I’ll look for him again another day. The Mountain Ancestor not only concerns the rebuilding of Mingjiang Prefecture but also relates to ’Bi Fang’."

Hearing "Bi Fang," Zhou Xuan grew interested, looking towards Yun Ziliang, and said, "Is there a significant connection between ’Mountain Ancestor’ and ’Bi Fang’?"

"Not really."

Yun Ziliang explained, "Among the twenty-four God-level entities above the Heavenly Dome, ’Bi Fang’ and ’Mountain Ancestor’ are both God-level. They must know something about each other. You, Xuanzi, wish to bring Bi Fang down to the mortal realm. You’ll need to ask Mountain Ancestor—what in the Human World might Bi Fang hold dear and find his weakness to lure him down."

To know your enemy and yourself is the only way to win every battle.

"The greatest weapon is complete understanding of a person," Zhou Xuan murmured.

"But if we can’t find the Mountain Ancestor, everything amounts to nothing. We’re just like toads lusting after swan meat, delusionally unrealistic."

Zhao Wuya added on the side.

Zhou Xuan and Yun Ziliang simultaneously glared at Zhao Wuya with anger.

The murderous gaze made Ya Zi shrink his neck, defending himself: "I didn’t speak recklessly, the logic is sound even if the words aren’t refined."

"But your words are too crude."

"I’ll ask the Blood Well to see where the ’Mountain Ancestor’ went."

Zhou Xuan entered the City God Temple within the Secret Realm.

After Qing Feng returned to his position, the temple revealed its true form. Originally, the temple was very plain, with simple brick and stone walls. But now, the temple’s decor was anything but ordinary.

The columns were painted with red lacquer, shining enough to reflect light, and the floor tiles were polished to perfection, exuding the grandeur of a great temple.

The most captivating were the murals within the temple.

On one wall, the Six Ding and Six Jia were painted, each holding a Magic Artifact, appearing very dignified,

while the other wall was filled with "Night Parade of Hundred Demons," evil ghosts and malicious spirits showing terrified expressions.

Zhou Xuan did not see the eyes that originally grew on the wall and called out, "Blood Well, Divination."

"Whoosh," "whoosh," "whoosh"...

The eyes of Six Ding and Six Jia, and the Night Parade of Hundred Demons on the wall suddenly became lively with spirit.

"So the eyes grew here."

Zhou Xuan, with spiritual and divine soul, asked, "How to break the Will Heavenly Book’s Curse of the Hundred Beasts?"

With the words of divination spoken, snow began to fall within the temple. When the snow cleared, there were no words on the ground.

For the first time—the all-knowing Blood Well drew a blank.

If even the Blood Well was clueless, the Will Heavenly Book indeed seemed unsolvable.

Zhou Xuan switched questions: "Where is the Heavenly Vault God Level ’Mountain Ancestor’ currently located?"

Snow fell again,

this time, the Blood Well did not draw a blank but wrote four characters on the ground—"Sitting Eight Looking Nine."

Zhou Xuan had stored sacrifices in the Blood Well, the main portion being Peng Hou’s flesh and blood, fittingly "Sitting Eight Looking Nine."

He agreed to the Blood Well’s demand without thinking, and suddenly, in the temple, there was the sound of bones being cracked and blood being drunk. Even the Six Ding and Six Jia lost their solemn demeanor, their faces becoming more sinister.

This was the Blood Well indulging in Peng Hou’s sacrifice.

Once the sacrifice was consumed,

the Magic Artifacts in the hands of Six Ding and Six Jia flew in the air, colliding within the temple, unexpectedly forming a painting scroll. Within the painting was an ancient abandoned well.