"It's somewhat terrifying, and yet peculiar," Wang Xuan mused as he gazed towards the distant mountains on the horizon. The ancient legends and stories seemed to be coming to life once again. 1

In his early years, when he first embarked on the path of the old arts, he had doubted the existence of the immortals, believing that the ancients were most likely long gone.0

Now, it had all been confirmed. The creatures of the ancient times were not only alive but also intent on reviving the bloody scenes of their past.0

He stood there for a long time, not moving immediately, pondering some questions. He was prepared to unleash a massacre, to eliminate those demons that preyed on humans for sustenance, but this wasn't a battle he could fight alone. He needed to involve more people.0

Descending from the sky, he stowed his flying vessel and began walking on the ground. Each step he took covered one or two hundred meters, as if he was shrinking the earth beneath his feet, moving at incredible speed.0

In fact, each time he exerted force, he briefly flew just above the ground, traversing the land.0

Approaching the outskirts of Sicheng, Wang Xuan moved stealthily, soon noticing something amiss. There was an ancient-styled mountain inn, quaint and catering to climbers and adventurers.0

But the four staff members seemed off. Had they been replaced? Their spirits consumed?0

Within their bodies resided the spirits of demonic birds and beasts.0

Wang Xuan...0