Zheng Gan felt a strange wave as soon as he arrived at the foot of Mount Fuji. It was the subtle pull from the illusion lens.

The fragments of images previously captured by the future vision were like broken pearls. At this moment, they were gradually connected in Zheng Gan's mind, forming a complete treasure map.

His mind moved and he had already locked onto the general direction of the target.

At the same time, in front of the shrine where the illusion lens is stored.

Countless figures appear and disappear, as if they were phantoms projected from another time and space.

These figures are either clear or blurry, but they all exude a mysterious aura.

Among these ethereal and illusory figures, the most eye-catching one is the white-haired old man.

He stood there quietly, as if time had stopped for him, and the vicissitudes of life only added a bit of mystery and majesty to him.

The old man did not speak, but just gently shook the bell in his hand.

The ringtone was clear and pleasant, yet it carried an indescribable weirdness.

As the bells rang, the woods surrounding the shrine began to sway gently as if they had received some kind of call.

Suddenly, a mutant creature with a bird's head and a human body fell from the sky. It had wings growing from its back, and its feathers were as dark as ink in the night, shining with a mysterious luster.

Its eyes are as sharp as lightning, and its beak is curved like a knife, emitting a chilling chill.

Then, a cloud of pure white snow floated down from the snow on the top of the mountain and gently landed in the shrine.

The snowflakes gradually condensed into a human form and turned into a beautiful woman.

Her hair was as white as fresh snow, and her skin was as delicate and smooth as cream.

Although her face was cold, it revealed an indescribable charm, as if she was a fairy walking out of a painting.

The appearance of these two strange creatures made the atmosphere of the shrine even more weird and mysterious.

The old man's bell rang even more rapidly at this moment, as if every note carried endless tension and terror.

Suddenly, the mountain seemed to tremble in an instant, and a strong sense of oppression accompanied by a strong wind blew in my face.

Immediately afterwards, a black shadow suddenly fell in the center of the shrine like a meteorite falling from the sky.

Dust flew in the air, and after it slowly settled, a figure gradually emerged.

He closed his eyes tightly, and his figure was surrounded by a thick ink color, giving people an unfathomable feeling.

He held a long-handled sickle that emitted a faint glow.

And behind him, the shadows of seven snake heads appeared faintly.

At this moment, the bell in the old man's hand suddenly stopped ringing and soon disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

The old man walked towards the body with firm steps.

As he walked, the air around him seemed to become heavier, and each step was accompanied by invisible fluctuations of power.

When the old man's figure completely overlapped with that body, it seemed as if a mysterious force was quietly surging between the two.

The body seemed to be injected with new life, and slowly opened its tightly closed eyes.

At the same time, the long sickle in his hand was swung, making a sharp whistling sound when it cut through the air.

The body slowly opened its eyes and swung the scythe in its hand.

In front of the shrine, the thousands of originally vague shadows now all knelt down.

"Frost Maiden, Tengu, I never thought that in these endless years, you two are the only ones who could be awakened."

The bird-headed celestial dog, with a human body, spread its wings slightly, a faint light flickering in its eyes. It spoke slowly, its voice carrying a hint of vicissitudes and unwillingness.

"Xu Fu, the three thousand undead souls you enslaved back then are still wandering in this world, not dispersing at all?"

Xu Fu smiled faintly.

"This space has its own unique features. How could you, Tengu, not know this? If not, I'm afraid you would have already turned into nothingness, vanishing in the long river of time."

Upon hearing this, the Tengu's wings fluttered slightly, a hint of irritation and dissatisfaction evident. It looked around, a sharp glint in its eyes.

"Xu Fu, the spiritual energy of this world has not recovered yet, why did you wake us up?"

Xu Fu shook his head slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of solemnity.

"A powerful enemy has arrived. I need your help to resist the enemy together."

Tengu and Frost Girl looked at each other, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.

"A powerful enemy? What kind of enemy is it that would make you not hesitate to wake us up and even summon the body of Lord Xiangliu?"

There was a hint of doubt and caution in Tengu's voice.

The Frost Girl frowned slightly, her voice cold as ice.

"Master Xiangliu's seven heads have become so illusory. When you occupied this body this time, didn't you consider that once Master Xiangliu's spiritual energy is exhausted, would this space still be able to maintain its existence?"

"Don't worry about that. I have my own plans."

Tengu made a "tsk" sound, stopped dwelling on this question, and asked instead.

"Where is the enemy you mentioned?"

Xu Fu closed his eyes for a moment.

"It'll be here soon, so you two better get prepared."

"Those enemies are somewhat unusual."

"Unusual?"

But Xu Fu didn't seem to intend to explain any further and began to concentrate on adapting to Xiangliu's body.

Tengu suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance, his sharp eagle eyes flashing with astonishing light.

"Flying without wings? How on earth can you do that?"

He turned to look at Xu Fu, his eyes full of confusion and curiosity.

"The cycle of reincarnation begins at the end of the world, and those who are destined to reincarnate will naturally be different."

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