Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

"Truly, an undying specter."

The Yin Manor reemerged. When Yi Chen first encountered it, his cultivation was shallow and he could not perceive the mystery of Yin Manor. Now that he encountered it again, he had a deeper understanding of it.

"It's not an illusory mirage, nor is it tangible; this crimson house exists in a superposition of both states, as if it could switch between the two at any moment."

"The Yin Manor that can persist in this world is indeed profoundly enigmatic."

"It seems that without touching its core, going to the deepest part, I cannot shake off this entanglement."

A hint of solemnity flashed in Yi Chen's eyes. He changed directions several times and conducted more tests. However, just like before, the Yin Manor followed him like a shadow.

As he was lost in thought, suddenly, the grand doors of the mansion creaked open.

The door was open.

A pool of crimson blood flowed evenly from the vermilion doorstep, halting in front of Yi Chen, shining brilliantly as if a red carpet was inviting him inside.

A rich, sweet, and bloody scent suddenly spread through the air.

"Is this human blood? No, that's not right. This shouldn't be human blood, but what's certain is that this stuff is fresh. Such an invitation method is indeed interesting."

Golden flames erupted beneath Yi Chen's feet, forming a thick ring of golden light that resisted the spread of the blood-soaked carpet; the true reason for its halt revealed.

"You expect me to enter just because you beckon?"

"Damn it, would a Taoist like me ever walk through the main entrance as a rule?"

Yi Chen slowly made his way to the side wall. Since there had been no danger taking the side route last time, he chose the same path again, adhering to the maxim: 'If not necessary, do not add reality.'

With a nimble leap worthy of a Dongguan native, Yi Chen quickly entered the front courtyard.

Unbeknownst to him, droplets of blackish-red blood started to fall from the blood-red plaque hanging inside the gate, gathering on the ground to form a distorted 'two' character.

No sooner had Yi Chen stepped into the Yin Manor than he attempted to repeat his old trick of breaking in through the window to search for any remnants. To his surprise, the scenery before him shifted rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he found himself on a familiar long street.

At this moment, Yi Chen felt a sudden warmth above the blood mark on his left chest. He looked down and an image of a black crystal surfaced in his mind. A crooked 'six' also slowly appeared on the blood mark.

Yi Chen instantly understood the meaning behind this marking.

"Am I to collect six such black crystals?"

He looked back and saw raging yin winds and dense fog behind him, obscuring any path of return. Yi Chen casually released a blast of Extreme Origin energy into the whirling fog, but it was like dropping a stone into the ocean: no waves were stirred.

"Fine, I'll play along with you." Suddenly, a savage grin appeared on Yi Chen's face. After a moment of concentration, he turned his head and walked towards the direction of the 'past acquaintance' with the melon stand.

As he advanced, the fog on both sides gradually dispersed.

The old melon stand remained, but the melon seller of bygone days was nowhere to be seen.

"Boss, is anyone there?"

"Boss, someone is stealing your melons."

"Chuo!"

A large hand pressed on the stall, flipping it over in one swift motion.

The stall immediately collapsed, scattering skulls that rolled around in the air, but Yi Chen's gaze was fixed straight ahead on the long street, which remained silent.

"It seems that the peculiar beings I've slain before don't appear when I enter here the next time."

"What lies beyond the end of this long street, I wonder? Maybe a new beginning?"

"Where can I find these black crystals?"

"Never mind, let's keep moving forward."

Yi Chen continued walking forward, and at that moment, a sudden change occurred.

The fog ahead seemed to be enraged, swirling violently.

From afar came a roar, and a familiar presence burst forth from the distance, rapidly approaching Yi Chen.

Upon hearing the roar from afar, Yi Chen's expression turned peculiar.

This aura and voice felt strangely familiar.

A ghostly wind blew by, and the ashen mist swiftly receded backward, leaving the indistinct long street where a green-faced fiend with fangs, dragging heavy chains, suddenly materialized.

"Kid, I've waited for you for a year, guessing you'd show up here soon."

"A year has passed, and finally, you've arrived. This time, is there someone to save you?" sneered the green-faced fiend, his mid-stage True Person Realm strength unmistakable.

Under the heaven's light, the large 'punishment' character on the chest of the fiend was particularly conspicuous.

"Damn rat, you made me suffer a month's punishment in the water prison. Today, I won't be appeased unless I flay and dismember you," the fiend declared with hatred burning in his eyes.

In that instant, Yi Chen finally recognized the identity of the fiend before him. The day he first arrived at the long street and slew the old melon seller, a portal emerged. As he was about to flee, a powerful ghostly aura charged at him from afar.

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"Disobedient brat, don't think that killing a tester before makes you rampant in front of me, an executioner. Meet your end!"

The fiend sneered and locked his iron chains around Yi Chen's robust body, winding them thrice. He flexed his arm and pulled fiercely, but his smile soon froze on his face.

A cold smile crept onto Yi Chen's indifferent face.

The smile didn't fade; it simply shifted.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could you, a mere Taoist, improve so quickly in just one year?"

"The past is the past, and now is now!"