I changed the world.

"Hongzi, have you noticed that the fog seems to be thinning?"

Wei Chengguang brandished his kukri, clearing away a bush blocking his path. As he sheathed the knife, he frowned at the blade, which was now almost completely worn down, and quietly asked Zhu Yingwei, who was following behind him.

The two had been in the fog for nearly half an hour. At first, they were on high alert, but now, although they remained vigilant, they had become somewhat more relaxed. They found that apart from poor visibility and the malfunction of navigation, positioning, compasses, and other related instruments, they didn't seem to have anything else particularly unusual about the area.

Of course, the malfunction of these instruments also caused considerable trouble for the two. Fortunately, they were already at the foot of the Bindalai volcano, and the towering Bindalai volcano was the best reference point. Although visibility was very low in the thick fog, the two were still able to roughly determine the correct direction by using the terrain as a reference and their memory of the last location before entering the fog.

“It seems… there are some…” Zhu Yingwei looked around for a while, thought for a moment with her finger under her chin, and nodded. Then, she took out her phone, brought up the navigation, and said somewhat dejectedly, “But the navigation still doesn’t work.”

"Forget about the navigation, I think we're almost at the Ammani Resort..." Wei Chengguang looked around and then pointed to the side ahead.

Zhu Yingwei looked in the direction he was pointing and saw the faint outlines of buildings appearing in the distance through the gradually dissipating fog.

"Wow! We're really here!" But before she could say anything, they heard a loud whooshing sound overhead. Then, about a hundred meters away, they heard the sound of something falling to the ground, followed by the sound of trees collapsing and a sound like thunder.

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The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the curiosity and excitement in each other's eyes. Wei Chengguang cautiously pointed in the direction from which the sound came, giving a questioning look, while Zhu Yingwei nodded directly. So the two changed direction and quickly moved towards the direction from which the sound came.

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The monster ultimately couldn't escape. When Zhang Jing finally found Zhang Taihe by following the sound, he saw the monster in a ravaged forest. One of its wings had been cut off, and it was tightly bound to the ground by two lightning chains.

Lightning flashed in Zhang Taihe's eyes, and his feathered robes billowed wildly as if blown by a gale. He walked slowly but swiftly toward the still struggling monster. As he moved, his right hand formed a hand seal, and at the same time, the lightning chains binding the monster suddenly blazed with intense lightning. A stench of burning flesh accompanied the increasingly agonizing roars. After a few moments, the lightning subsided, and the monster ceased to move, gradually being burned to ashes by the lightning...

Then Zhang Taihe stepped forward and picked up a wooden statue from the ashes. Strangely enough, this seemingly wooden statue, although covered with the marks of time, had survived the scorching of the lightning. Apart from a few charred marks, it was not damaged.

"Teacher, are you done?" Zhang Jing stepped forward, looking at the wooden statue in Zhang Taihe's hand. His keen senses immediately perceived a gloomy and profound aura emanating from it. This aura was not simply filth or evil, but rather seemed to be some kind of ancient murmur...

Thinking of this, Zhang Jing quickly composed himself and dared not look any longer; this thing was truly a bizarre existence...

Then Zhang Taihe made a gesture with his right hand, drawing a talisman made of lightning in the air. He didn't draw it quickly; each stroke seemed to weigh a ton.

It took about ten breaths to complete the lightning talisman. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the talisman instantly adhered to the wooden carving in his hand. The moment the talisman and the carving merged, layers of seals appeared from the void, encasing the carving within. The seals then slowly disappeared into the statue, and the strange feeling Zhang Jing had sensed vanished. When he looked at the statue again, it was just an ordinary wooden carving.

"Let's deal with it temporarily for now, and then take it back to suppress it." The lightning in Zhang Taihe's eyes slowly faded, and with a flick of his hand, the wooden statue in his hand disappeared, its whereabouts unknown.

Afterwards, Zhang Taihe glanced at the bushes to the side, seemingly casually, and without saying anything, turned to Zhang Jing and said, "The cave still needs some work done."

“These cultists are truly depraved; this time, we almost got into serious trouble.” Zhang Jing nodded to the side, and the master and apprentice turned to leave. Just then, two people suddenly rushed out of the bushes and knelt down, shouting, “Immortal Master, please wait! We sincerely wish to become your disciples; please accept us.”

Zhang Taihe and Zhang Jing both showed no surprise, clearly having already noticed the spies watching them, but they didn't care. After all, the existence of certain individuals was no longer a secret among the empire's upper echelons. Especially since ordinary people couldn't see through their disguises, ensuring Zhang Jing's identity wasn't exposed, which was enough.

Zhang Taihe glanced at the two indifferently. Seeing that they were a young man and woman dressed as backpackers, but looking somewhat disheveled, he frowned slightly and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The two young men exchanged a glance. The younger man nodded, then looked at Zhang Taihe, first scrutinizing the Taoist robes worn by Zhang Taihe and Zhang Jing again, before loudly proclaiming:

"My name is Wei Chengguang, courtesy name Ximing, 22 years old, from Zhongzhou. I have admired the Xuanmen (Taoist sect) since childhood. This Miss Zhu Yingwei is my friend, and she is also a seeker of the Dao. Over the years, we have been searching for eminent masters and hermits in various places, seeking the true Dharma with sincere and unwavering hearts. We came here specifically to seek out the unusual events that occurred on Sulu Island. Due to the surrounding blockade, we drifted down the river, and after our boat capsized, we crossed the jungle and arrived here. Perhaps it was fate... that we happened to witness the Immortal Master's intervention... Please..." At this point, the man seemed too emotional to speak, and choked up slightly. He took a deep breath before continuing, "...Please, Immortal Master, do not consider us foolish and dull, and accept us as your disciples..."

The speaker was none other than Wei Chengguang, who had come looking for the source of the noise. Just moments ago, he had witnessed Zhang Taihe's attack. Although he had seen some things in online videos before and was somewhat prepared for certain things, he was still deeply shocked when he actually saw it with his own eyes.

At that moment, the advice, reminders, and even sarcastic remarks from relatives and friends over the years, whether explicit or implicit, unconsciously welled up in my mind...

I did nothing wrong...