Xiong Shan also took out a few Chenzhou Talismans, first sticking one on his wife and son respectively, then turned back, just as he was about to say something, upon seeing the two Heart Clearing Charms, he first showed surprise in his eyes, then said with relief:

"No wonder you don't care about my Chenzhou Talisman remnants."

"That's because when it comes to talismans and seals, I'm inherently unskilled."

"Young brother, you're always so modest."

Li Zhiyuan couldn't be bothered to explain further.

"Young brother, aren't you going to stick one for yourself?"

"I don't need it."

"Then you must be careful to control your emotions."

"I will."

Everyone together walked into the Mirage Sands, even with the talisman paper helping to suppress, the rising of inner emotions was still very noticeable.

Lihua began to cry again, Xiong Shan's eyes grew red with anger once more, Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin were restraining their feelings, yet both couldn't help but smile.

Li Zhiyuan felt nothing.

The sandstorm area wasn't large, after walking forward for a while, everyone came out.

Except for Li Zhiyuan, everyone started taking deep breaths, adjusting their mindset.

Holding onto extreme emotions for too long provides a great mental drain.

Xiong Shan turned his head, glanced at the boy next to him who seemed unfazed, adding another layer of mystery to his impression of the boy.

The Mirage Sands were at the outermost edge, upon entering, a giant pit lay before them, resembling a deep-mined quarry, layer by layer, down to the deepest part.

But this was merely the view from outside, in reality, the space below was distinctly disjointed, the so-called downward did not necessarily mean going down, here, it was a world unto itself.

Li Zhiyuan looked upward.

The sky outside reality was one layer, the lake water another, here, yet another, three layers of heaven, suppress points, for burying great evils!

It seems the General, when buried here years ago, was already regarded as a great evil creature, burying him here was in hopes he'd never rise again.

Yet despite this, historically, he almost rose.

Xiong Shan: "In this place, southeast, northwest all are dislocated, hidden dangers lie within, extremely perilous. I nearly died inside before, but luckily I later found a secluded path, thus I could find the way out and surface on the lake."

After a brief introduction, Xiong Shan continued leading the way.

The group walked down along the edge position, the road should have been constructed, but with nearby rocks collapsing, it was no longer walkable, yet in the middle of the road, new excavation marks appeared, not a wide lane, but merely flat enough for a single person to pass.

For instance, when a giant rock blocked the way ahead, a hollow space emerged in the middle of the rock, surrounded by obstructions, yet a person could normally pass through the center.

This was a newly paved corpse-path exclusively created for corpse drivers.

As they walked, the scene ahead changed, no longer were there primitive stone pits, there appeared instead, many dilapidated, ruined pavilion structures.

Further looking into the deep pit, it was no longer below, but at level standing height.

Where it used to be a pit, it clearly transformed into a palace, albeit with a collapsed outer wall, and inside, it was also a mess.

The General's resurrection, historical suppression, this place, was once a battlefield.

The path before the group widened, though still uneven, it was no longer along cliffside roads, moreover, the faint sound of increasing footsteps could be heard.

Xiong Shan raised his hand, signaling everyone to stop moving.

Then he crouched down, hands stuck to the ground.

From his body, stalks of straw extended, these seemed to sprout temporarily, more and more, forming two small stacks of straw on either side of his body.

Xiong Shan's hands started crossing, not like making seals, more like weaving.

The two straw stacks slowly stood up, taking the shape of straw figures.

Tan Wenbin's eyes widened, he approached Li Zhiyuan and asked: "Brother Xiao Yuan, what method is this?"

"It has traces of witchcraft."

The two straw stacks turned into two straw poles and one straw figure sitting atop them.

Xiong Shan applied two black talisman papers onto the straw figures, then cut his palm with a fingernail, performing a blood sacrifice.

The aura of the straw figures instantly changed, exuding a solemn, profound presence.

Xiong Shan: "Come, one of us on each side, carrying it, stick to the left-side path, do not go central and collide with them."

Li Zhiyuan: "Let's comply."

Xiong Shan and Lihua, one in front and one behind, lifted the two straw poles.

On Li Zhiyuan's side, three people did the same, Run Sheng at the very front, Li Zhiyuan holding Run Sheng's clothes, followed behind.

Thus, the straw figure seated above, its lower body hung down, feet not touching the ground.

This was an emulation created through witchcraft, one must say, Xiong Shan's individual ability was indeed impressive.

Of course, Li Zhiyuan never doubted the other's strength.

But when the once-bold pioneers began harboring thoughts of retreat, his aura weakened too.

The two small teams continued forward along the far left side of the path.

Still Xiong Shan led first, he didn't lead them into the palace, but walked around the perimeter, he had warned it was dangerous inside.

Dense footsteps echoed, everyone heard it, in the center of the path, a group of soldiers waving torches shouted as they ran forward.

From the details of their armor, it could be distinguished, these were Yuan troops.

It was said, they were the ones who first broke the tranquility here, hastening the General's revival.

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