The Ferocious God in the Celestial Master's Mansion

"Click...click..."

Inside, fine cracks spread like a spiderweb across the outer shell of "The Answer," each crack accompanied by a teeth-grinding shattering sound. Zhang Chulan and his companions fought with all their might, bombarding the wooden stakes, blue flames, and yellow flames in alternating waves, each attack stronger than the last, as if they wanted to completely shatter this entity formed from the rules of heaven and earth.

In the real world, the three people sitting cross-legged were no longer as calm as before.

Their chests heaved violently, their vital energy surging wildly like boiling water, each pulsation carrying a tearing force that assaulted their meridians and bodies. "Thump...thump..." The heartbeats grew louder and louder, echoing like war drums in the empty, abandoned building, making one's eardrums vibrate. Even more horrifying, thin streaks of blood began to seep from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths, staining their cheeks red and dripping down their chins onto their clothes, a shocking sight.

Outside the unfinished building, Zhang Yulei's brows furrowed even more.

"The Qi output is excessive..." he muttered to himself, a faint golden light swirling around his fingertips, ready to strike at any moment. The three of them were in a dangerous state; their bodies and meridians had been damaged by the violent Qi impact, but fortunately, their foundations were still relatively stable. Although the Qi circulation was chaotic, there were no signs of them going into Qi deviation—the will that supported them was much stronger than he had imagined.

He suppressed the urge to act and continued to observe. Internal scenario simulations inherently involve risks, but this small price might be worthwhile for the answers they sought.

Just then, a crisp cracking sound came from inside the room—

"jingle--!"

Like shattered glass, the solid outer shell of "The Answer" finally crumbled completely, countless fragments dissipating into chaos. In the instant the shell shattered, a small blue sphere the size of a fist floated out, radiating a soft and pure light, seemingly containing a vast universe within.

The small ball trembled slightly in the air, then split into three clusters, transforming into three streams of light that precisely entered the minds of Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, and Zhuge Qing.

Information flooded into the three people's consciousness like a burst dam.

"Huff... huff..."

The three of them collapsed simultaneously, clutching their knees and panting heavily. Sweat soaked their clothes and dripped from their hair. But the corners of their mouths turned up slightly, and their eyes gleamed with relief—the answer was in their hands.

Wang Ye wiped his face, sweat stinging his eyes as it streamed down his forehead, but he didn't bother wiping it away. Looking at the two men, who were also panting heavily, he smiled wryly and said, "Heh...heh...if I were to do this alone, I'd probably lose half my life to get it done." He looked at Zhuge Qing, his tone sincere, "Thanks this time."

Zhuge Qing wiped the sweat from his face, straightened his back a bit, and said with the pride unique to scions of noble families, "How about it? You've seen it, haven't you? This is the wonder of Zhuge Liang's Qimen Dunjia."

"The good stuff? I just feel exhausted." Zhang Chulan slumped to the ground, weakly complaining, "Old Wang, more money! You have to pay more! I'm almost dead from exhaustion, this job is inhuman!"

Zhuge Qing ignored his antics, bent over, and held his knees, trying to calm his breathing: "You all saw it, right? Another force behind the scenes."

Wang Ye and Zhang Chulan nodded at the same time.

Wang Ye took a deep breath and slowly uttered the name that all three of them already knew, his tone solemn: "Besides Wang Ai, the employer of the remaining groups of people is the current sect leader of the Shu Zi Sect, one of the Ten Elders—Chen Jinkui."

Upon hearing this name, the chaos within the inner realm seemed to freeze somewhat. Chen Jinkui's obsession with Qimen Dunjia was well-known in the world of supernatural beings; his covetousness for Feng Hou Qimen was even greater than that of Wang Ai.

Zhang Chulan was still immersed in the shock of what had just happened, staring blankly at Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing who were talking.

"Incredible... This is the power of a sorcerer..." he murmured to himself, his eyes filled with amazement. Just like that, he simply entered a strange space, blasted open the answer with his own power, and learned what he wanted to know. If Zhuge Qing hadn't pulled him in, he probably would never have imagined that such a miraculous experience existed in the world.

A drop of sweat slid down his cheek, dripped onto the ground, and spread out in a small puddle.

"Such an opportunity... I'm afraid it will be hard to come by again..." Zhang Chulan's gaze gradually became complicated, and a thought grew wildly in his mind like a vine, "If... now, before this magic array ends..."

He thought of the question that had troubled him for many years, the one that concerned his grandfather, Feng Baobao's background, and the core of the entire world of supernatural beings—the Jia Shen Rebellion.

The moment that thought crossed his mind, something unexpected happened!

"Buzz—!"

In the chaotic interior space, a huge fireball appeared out of thin air without any warning!

The fireball was as tall as three people, its surface ablaze with raging flames, its light blinding. The oppressive aura it exuded was more than a hundred times stronger than the previous "answer," as if it would burn the entire interior to ashes. An indescribable attraction emanated from the fireball, bewitching people's minds.

"not good!"

"Zhang Chulan, what have you done?!"

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing sensed something was wrong the moment the fireball appeared. Their expressions changed drastically, and they shouted sharply at Zhang Chulan, who was still in a daze. They could clearly feel that the power contained in this fireball far exceeded the limits that the three of them could withstand. If they touched it, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Meanwhile, outside, Zhang Chulan, who had just calmed down for less than a moment, suddenly had his Qi surge up again without warning!

This riot was more violent than any before! The raging Qi surged wildly within him like a runaway horse, his meridians felt as if they were about to be torn apart, and his bones creaked under the strain. The air around him distorted, and even the Qi fields of Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing were affected, becoming chaotic.

"This kid... he really did ask the wrong question!" Zhang Yulei's eyes narrowed outside the unfinished building. His internal energy instantly surged to its limit, and the golden light condensed at his fingertips solidified. "Nonsense!"

Inside the scene, Zhang Chulan ignored Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing's anxious shouts.

He stared blankly at the enormous fireball that had appeared out of nowhere, his eyes filled with fascination and longing. The fireball seemed to hold the truth he had been searching for, a truth that exuded a fatal allure, making it impossible for him to look away.

"Is this...is this what I wanted to know...?" he murmured to himself, his voice trembling slightly.

Reason told him that this fireball was too dangerous, and with his abilities, it was impossible for him to open it here. Forcing his way in would only result in his being smashed to pieces.

but……

The fireball's light was so beautiful, its attraction so strong, as if an invisible force was drawing him in, making him want to get closer even though he knew it was impossible.

Even if... even if I'm shattered to pieces...

Zhang Chulan's eyes burned with fervor. He strode forward, step by step, toward the enormous fireball that could incinerate him completely. Each step felt like walking on cotton, unsteady and heavy, yet carrying an unwavering resolve.

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing turned pale. They tried to stop him, but found their bodies bound by an invisible force. They could only watch helplessly as Zhang Chulan walked step by step toward that fatal temptation.

The chaos within the inner landscape began to surge, and the fireball's light grew brighter and brighter, almost threatening to engulf everything.

In the real world, more and more blood seeped from Zhang Chulan's body, and his breath became weaker and weaker, as if he would completely dissipate at any moment.

Outside the unfinished building, Zhang Yulei no longer hesitated.

He moved with lightning speed, like a golden bolt of lightning, instantly passing through the broken wall and appearing before the three. The golden light at his fingertips flowed gently into Zhang Chulan's body like a stream of water, attempting to calm the extremely violent Qi.

"That little brat... he's really driving me crazy!"

Zhang Yulei's voice carried a barely perceptible urgency. He knew that every second now was crucial to Zhang Chulan's life, and might even implicate Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing.