This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

The Buddha's light appeared, like a ray of morning light, dispelling all the darkness around them.

However, the imposing figure in the halo was not a Buddha, but a pig-faced monster with a ferocious expression, holding a plow, which moved many people.

They had all heard some of the legends about the Burning Temple, but seeing it in person today, the contrast brought by the monk Xiao was still hard for many to accept.

The holy light of Buddha contrasts with the ferocious and terrifying face of a pig; when these two elements are combined, it's hard not to have impure thoughts.

“That’s a demon, a great demon enshrined in the Silent Temple.”

Someone explained that everyone's attention was currently drawn to the figure at the entrance of the Demon Tower, and not everyone was interested in why a monk had a pig-faced appearance.

"Don't stand there, take this opportunity and rush over there in one go."

The young monk Miaowu roared, startling the stunned crowd. Hua Xiaolou paused, then issued a command.

"All Tianling warriors, follow me and charge!"

Sword shadows flew out, piercing the darkness. Screams soon echoed from within. Countless sword shadows converged, and small insects fell to the ground in the black mist, struggling to crawl a few times before falling silent.

"The black mist is these insects. Although they are extremely small, they are still tangible things. They use wide-range killing attacks to clear a path to the Demon Tower."

The eldest sister stared intently at her sword blade, where tiny, invisible wriggling movements clung to it, some of which were already stained red.

Xiao Xingchen was also watching from afar. A giant statue of Zhu Bajie soared through the black mist, which puzzled him greatly. To this day, the mystery of the Silent Temple remained unsolved. He looked at the demon tower behind him...

The gate here used to bear the sign for the Silent Temple, but now, in the center of the entrance hall, a plaque hangs that reads "Demon-Suppressing Prison." He couldn't help but wonder where the Silent Temple had gone; the Silent Temple he had first entered seemed to be a completely different place from this one.

Although he didn't see the entire Silent Temple back then, the temple's plaza bore the marks of a battle that time hadn't had time to destroy, a stark contrast to the scene here. The flat ground where he was now stood resembled the grand plaza of his previous life.

Moreover, for some reason, he had a vague feeling that the demon on the pillar representing the ninth level of the Great Demon in this square was not the same kind of demon as the one in the Silent Temple he had visited. Although the demon on that blank pillar looked a lot like Fei Fei, whom he had taken away, he couldn't confirm any of this.

Whether the three ghostly figures are friend or foe is still undecided, and he won't so easily hand over his trust. Up to this point, all the information he's received comes from the three ghostly figures, and something seems to be missing between what he's seen and what he's learned.

Furthermore, the appearance of Zhu Bajie's Dharma form, does that mean that the little monk is looking for the other three members of the master and his disciples?

"Burning Ashes Temple..." he murmured, his gaze fixed on the young monk Miaowu. Beside him, Hua Xiaolou was continuously slashing through the black mist with his sword.

On the other side, Princess Ling Xue and Mu Wushuang were engaged in combat with someone, their sharp sword energy inspiring fear. Both the Shen family and Tianling were intentionally avoiding that direction.

As for Meng Qianfan, he is somewhat unworthy of his reputation. Of course, this unworthiness is incompatible with these people. In their previous lives, these people gained great fame during the Houtu Festival, but now, at this point, the Houtu Festival has not yet begun, and one unexpected event after another has occurred.

At least in his previous life, he didn't have so many troubles. As for this ancestral temple, it was completely out of the question. Could it be that he was the reason history changed? He couldn't help but wonder if the people and events before him had never happened before.

Many of these individuals had never even appeared in his previous life, yet now they were appearing mysteriously frequently. Even Xiao Xingxue was proving so difficult to deal with, and the Xiao family was unfathomably powerful. Connecting this to the Moon Clan he had seen in the abyss beneath the yellow sands, a jumble of intricate information swirled in his mind. These fragmented pieces of information were currently unconnected.

Furthermore, the world at the end of the cave he discovered while searching for Xiao Jianxian was like a giant vortex that he couldn't explore clearly.

Ah Qing, in the eternal night, in the Jade Capital Heaven, among the demons, the Demon Lord, and Daji, what exactly happened? Why did you encounter these things? Is it really just a coincidence?

And then there are the stars in his eyes, the bronze divine tree, the battle sword, and of course, he can't forget the anthill beneath Yong'an and the group of reclusive masters.

All of this surged through his thoughts, intertwining with the image of the little monk Zhu Bajie before him, creating a murky mess from which he could not discern any clear direction.

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about? Watch out!" Xiao Xingxue's warning rang out, and a flying sword appeared out of nowhere, piercing Xiao Xingchen's forehead.

Lost in thought, Xiao Xingchen reflexively reached out to grab it.

With a clang, the sound of a sword rang out between his brows, and a red dot appeared there—the result of the flying sword's tip making intimate contact with his forehead.

As for the sword, he held it in mid-air with his bare hands, only the tip pressed against his brow, just a hair's breadth away from piercing his forehead.

It was at this moment that the flying sword's full power was unleashed. Suddenly, flames erupted from the blade in his right hand, like a fire dragon bursting from its lair, instantly engulfing Xiao Xingchen.

"Not good!" The Xiao family members' expressions changed drastically. This was no ordinary flame; the sword's owner was actually a Fire Sword Immortal. This was a sword qi fire condensed from sword qi. Most importantly, a Fire Sword Immortal capable of condensing sword qi fire must be at least at the sixth realm, or even higher.

The fact that a high-level Fire Sword Immortal had actually ambushed Xiao Xingchen truly terrified the Xiao family members. After all, among those currently within the Demon Suppression Prison, no one had ever heard of a Fire Sword Immortal.

"Who's there?" Xiao Xingxue looked ahead warily, where a faint, indistinct figure appeared and disappeared.

As for the scholar, no one believed he could survive such blazing flames. The fact that he could wield a sword with one hand and block the attack piercing his brow was already astonishing, but that was only the first deadly blow. The true killing blow was the flames themselves.

Where the flames engulfed everything, the raging fire threatened to consume everything, and the ground itself showed signs of melting from the intense heat.

Two graceful figures sped towards them from afar, their ghostly swords flashing, aimed directly at the back of the illusory figure. Mu Wushuang was even more outrageous, her figure constantly dissipating in the void and then reforming, appearing in front of the figure as if by teleportation.

"Moon Wheel, appear!" Unlike Ling Xue's directness, as soon as Mu Wushuang finished speaking, the illusory figure was enveloped by a moon wheel. The half-moon, appearing out of thin air, emitted a soft light, carrying away the illusory figure and taking Mu Wushuang's figure with it.

In the instant it vanished, the illusory figure let out a soft exclamation.

"The Jade Capital Moon Wheel?"