There were also voices in his head, as if advising him: "Don't think about it if you can't remember," "The other person didn't mean any harm," "Listen to what the other person has to say first," and so on, as if he had a split personality.

"Something's fishy!" Ninth Sister warned.

Fang Zong still felt he shouldn't think anymore and should listen to what the other party had to say. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth and drew his magic sword, Shattered Star, directly, slashing at the other party's head.

Zhang Junbao panicked and rolled away to dodge Fang Zong's knife.

Then he looked up and waved his whisk: "Supernatural power, the nightmare of the Dao!"

"Holy crap, what kind of supernatural power is this?!"

Fang Zong's mind became even more confused. He strode forward and began to slash haphazardly with his sword.

With a single stroke, he severed the old man's head. Before the head could even fly off, he followed up with a powerful kick, sending the old man's head flying out of the ancient hall. Then, with a flurry of hacking, he chopped the old man's headless corpse to pieces.

"Supernatural powers? What are you talking about?" Fang Zong roared, "Your name is Zhang Junbao! Your words are supernatural powers! Both of these sound familiar, but I can't remember them! What I hate most is being out of my mind. You've made me out of my mind, so I'll burn down your territory, chop up your whole family, and whip your corpse eighty million times!"

"Stop!" The entire hall resounded with a deafening roar.

Zhang Junbao's chopped-up body miraculously reformed, except that his full head of white hair was gone, replaced by a bald head.

The whisk in his hand no longer had any air of otherworldly elegance; it was completely bald!

He waved his hands and exclaimed in surprise, "I have something to say!"

"Maybe in the next life!"

Fang Zong chopped Zhang Junbao into pieces again.

The floor of the main hall was like a chopping board, and Zhang Junbao was like fish on the chopping board, being chopped into mincemeat with a splash.

It coalesces again, and then it's shredded again.

To re-condense, or to break apart.

Only when Fang Zong was exhausted, and Zhang Junbao was down to his last remaining head, did he grab Zhang Junbao's face and shove it to the ground: "Spit it out!"

Zhang Junbao: "..."

"Aren't you going to tell me?"

With a crack, Fang Zong crushed the remaining half of the head and threw it away.

Zhang Junbao materialized again, his figure ethereal, his face covered in cold sweat.

Fang Zong: "Are you going to talk or not?"

"I..." Zhang Junbao roared in anger, "What did I say? I just invited you here to have tea and chat, and you chopped me into pieces sixty-nine times?"

"Let's round it up!"

It shattered again with a 'crack'.

The entire hall trembled. After Zhang Junbao reappeared, he spoke directly: "I'll talk!"

"You should have said so earlier!" Fang Zong sat down cross-legged.

My mind is still a little confused, but it's okay. This thing seems to be just a clone and poses no threat to me.

With this feeling, Fang Zong calmed down and sipped the tea placed next to the meditation cushion.

Zhang Junbao's face darkened: "The fourth resurgence of ghostly energy is coming."

"I understand." Fang Zong felt his mind clear up a bit and smiled.

He stared at the old man opposite him, thinking, "A sapling won't grow straight if it's not pruned, and a person will become unruly if they're not disciplined," isn't that right...?

Caviar chopped up again?

Noticing Fang Zong's gaze, Zhang Junbao shuddered and quickly sped up his speech.

That's right, Fang Zong couldn't kill him.

However, every time Fang Zong chops him up, his original strength will decrease by one point. Even if he has a deep foundation, he cannot withstand such friction!

Zhang Junbao quickly replied, "Actually, there's no need for the fourth ghost energy revival. We already have cold iron ghost energy, meaning the energy concentration in the world has reached a level that can produce City Gods and Earth Gods. When the fourth ghost energy revival comes, even the divine tablets of City Gods and Earth Gods can be directly condensed using energy."

Fang Zong, his hands itching to use the knife, asked, "And then?"

"A deity is about to appear!"

Zhang Junbao said with a solemn expression, "After the three resurgences of ghost energy, there are three resurgences of spiritual energy. So the fourth resurgence of ghost energy is actually not a resurgence of ghost energy, but a resurgence of spiritual energy. When ghost energy resurges, ghosts think about competing with the living for supremacy over the world, and monsters use ghost energy to cultivate and are still lurking. But after the resurgence of spiritual energy, there is one more person competing for supremacy over the world, and that is the monsters."

Then, reincarnated deities could also rapidly ascend using spiritual energy, leading to utter chaos! Utter chaos!

Fang Zong squinted: "A free-for-all?"

"That's right, ghosts, monsters, and gods have all appeared. It's hard to say that a few of them aren't ambitious—no, they must be ambitious!"

Zhang Junbao, with his old tongue, kept talking: "I don't know about the others, but the most powerful one I know is Erlang Shen Yang Jian, who has dominated this life. His name is Zhao Xiao, and he's currently a military officer in the Ten Gates City. Before, he was suppressed by Holy Light Luo Xiaoxia, so it wasn't a big deal. But now that Luo Xiaoxia has returned to the capital to report for duty, he's left unattended, and..."

"Do you think Luo Xiaoxia can suppress him forever?"

Fang Zong squinted: "Who is Erlang Shen Yang Jian?"

"Don't even think about it. In my supernatural powers, in the nightmare of the Dao, as long as it involves powerful people or cultivation, you won't remember anything. Moreover, after you leave, you will only have a vague and extremely unclear impression."

Zhang Junbao laughed loudly: "I'm just giving you a heads-up."

I haven't been a deity for long; I've been a human for a long time.

"Just doing my duty, giving you a heads-up..."

Fang Zong: "..."

Draw your sword immediately!

Zhang Junbao's expression changed, and he quickly retreated, speaking even faster:

"Let me tell you this: Erlang Shen is considered minor. If the Jade Emperor and Buddha were to awaken, do you think they, who are used to being the most powerful, would be content to let mortals rule the world? And that monkey who thrives on chaos has also awakened. I don't know where he is, but I know that his current strength far surpasses that of Erlang Shen and Yang Jian. Finally, the Eight Immortals have awakened. Although they are minor deities, they have been terribly wronged by the Jade Emperor, and they all harbor resentment. You'd better hope that they don't take the lead and can show some humanity!"

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