Wang Xuan found himself lost amidst a sea of fog, a perplexing situation he had never encountered before in the Land of the Departed. Directionless, he relied solely on instinct, navigating through the misty enigma. 0

The pain of his body tearing apart, the blood oozing from every pore, and the vague, haunting shadows of demons trailing behind him were all too familiar for Wang Xuan, and he paid them no heed.0

Soon, a faint glimmer of golden light beckoned him through the murky darkness, like a lighthouse piercing the night's veil. He approached the source and, as expected, found himself before the colossal lump of gold that towered over five meters tall, cast entirely in solar gold and radiating a splendid luminosity.0

Eager to see if his ranking had changed, Wang Xuan scanned the golden mass for his position. Suddenly, a spurt of blood erupted from his mouth - had he consumed too many demonic fruits this time? Despite feeling as if his body might shatter into pieces, his will remained unyielding, his concern not for himself but for Old Chen's safety in this treacherous land.0

Attempting to divert his focus from the pain,...0