The dark light swept from the altar, filling the whole sky, which was full of thick yin energies, making the surrounding environment sinisterly.

Lin Zizheng could see a current of black gas flow from the bottom of the stone tablet to Hong Min in the center of the altar, which made his formerly weakened aura suddenly intensified.

A scarlet glow soared within Hong Min's sight. He grinned in Lin Zizheng's direction. His smile was full of wickedness and frightening meaning.

"The a.s.sembly of Millions of Ghosts." The rough and terror voice produced slowly from Hong Min's mouth. The sky suddenly turned dark. For a while, a strong wind went rampage, making people unable to open their eyes.

People could only hear a loud "poof" in their ears, and then Hong Min's figure disappeared again from the altar. In his place, a cloud of gray-black smoke remained.

The gray and black smoke is extremely large, covering almost the entire sky. Dense dark energy within the smoke and the crowd could clearly see the ferocious faces. A huge chain spreads from them, making a loud rattling sound.  

When the rattling noise stopped, those ghost faces intertwined with each other, and they leaped toward Lin Zizheng carrying their distorted expression.

Watching those ghostly shadows coming toward him, Lin Zizheng frowned, and the golden light continued to pour out behind him. The hazy figure gradually became more solidified. 

He gave a cold snort with his eyes fixed on those ghostly shadows. As his hands moved, the light shadow behind him turned into a golden light and confronted them.

The brilliant light burst out from the light shadow. When it touched the ghostly shadows, the light shadow suddenly stopped. He raised his illusory hand and clenched it gently.

The millions of ghostly shadow who were clamouring and flaring held their throats all at once. Their bodies are struggling, not able to move forward.

The hand clenched tighter and tighter, and the ghostly shadows started shrinking. The light shadow stretched out his free left hand. Even if his figure is blurred, one could imagine how long the pale jade hand was before.

Without warning, a strong golden light overflowed from the hand. In this light, the palm enlarges rapidly, and an immense pressure slowly releases into the air.

The right hand clenched, and the left hand fierce fan down toward ghostly shadows.

"Boom!" Waves of dazzling light rose from the altar, and the dusk smoke blocked everyone's sight.

This force cracked not only the altar but also the volcanic rocks around the altar.

Feeling the violent energy waves, the people around were all in a state of silence and retreated one after another. 

When the energy gradually subsided, the surrounding dusk and smoke also dissipated, making people able to see the situation before them. The original damaged volcano has become more devastated. Apart from the stone tablet in the center that is still standing, even the altar lost its original appearance. 

Neither the light shadow or Hong Min could be seen at the scene, only a faint golden light and lots of scattered black gas floating on the top of the altar.

Those golden light moved back into Lin Zizheng's body, while those black gas trembled and fled quickly.

"Quick, don't let him escape." Seeing the black gas escaping, Chen Xiao's expression changed and suddenly cried out.

Before Chen Xiao finished, Lin Zizheng's figure moved, and he stepped forward while moving his hand. A golden net appeared, covering the black gas.

A mist rising above the black gas while they make a crackling sound, and a shrill cry came out from it. Lin Zizheng's expression remained focused. He clenched both hands, and the black gas was completely wrapped within the golden net.

He tossed the golden net with the black gas on the stone tablet and quickly made a series of hand seals. Then he parted all five fingers and pressed them on top of the tablet. He murmured, "Seal."

The light on the stone tablet flickers continuously, gradually forming a vortex, and swallows the golden net.

In the distance, Wen Qing moved a fingertip, and a cl.u.s.ter of black gas entered within his body before anyone noticed. He raised his head, his lips curved into a sinister arc, and a satisfied smile showed on his face.

Watching the black gas swallowed up by the tablet, the whole place became silent.

People from Tomb House who were still fighting with their opponent witnessed this outcome, and their faces turned pale as their movements became fl.u.s.tered. Not long, they were completely taken down.

As time went by, the sun s.h.i.+ned on the altar, and it restored again the former calm setting. The altar also returned to its original state. If it wasn't for the golden light on the stone tablet, no one would tell the damages from before.

Qin Mo stood in the distance, looking at the young man frowning and waving away the surrounding people. He walked towards him without hesitation. The young man who went through the stone tablet's rite of pa.s.sage; the golden light seemed to have not been scattered. Qin Mo's heartbeat sped up. 

He heard the young man's uneasy voice, "Da s.h.i.+xiong."

Qin Mo lowered his gaze and landed on the ground. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at the young man's face that is no longer as young and tender as before. The cold expression gradually loosened, and he gave a gentle "en".

Hearing Qin Mo's reply, Lin Zizheng, who originally thought he would not receive any response, was shocked at first, then he looked ecstatic. Da s.h.i.+xiong.. Forgave him?

He breathed deeply, and the corners of his mouth widened. He hesitated, grasped Qin Mo's right hand and continued, "Let's leave?"

Qin Mo's eyes flashed a smile looking at Lin Zizheng's expression, oh well, this way is fine too.

He showed his usual cold appearance, but he allowed Lin Zizheng to hold his hand. He strokes the Qiankun bag tied around his waist. Previously, he was in a critical situation, now he retreated Old Man Wen into the bag, and time to bury him and put him at rest.

His sight drifted and landed on Wen Qing. He mumbled, "Wen Qing, let's go."

The smile on Lin Zizheng's face stiffened, but he didn't intrude.

Qin Mo's voice was not loud, but under the nascent spirit power, Wen Qing heard it clearly even at a distance.

He raised his head and looked at Qin Mo. A dark glow flashed through his eyes, then he nodded and walked unhurriedly to Qin Mo's side.

Lin Zizheng's body suddenly trembled. Then he fell to the ground.

Watching Lin Zizheng's falling body, Qin Mo's expression s.h.i.+fted slightly. He took Lin Zizheng's hand and held him up horizontally, a look of panic revealed in his eyes. Not waiting for Wen Qing as he turned around to leave.

The light in Wen Qing's iris flickered and followed closely behind Qin Mo.

"Wait." Elder Jinbi's voice sounded from their back.

Qin Mo kept on walking. He remembered the herbs at Old Man Wen's yard. They should help Lin Zizheng.

"Young man, wait. Ling Yuan… Lin Zizheng just overused his power. He will be out for a while." An arm stretched out toward the sky, blocking Qin Mo's path forward while Chen Xiao's voice came from the front.

Qin Mo held onto Lin Zizheng's hand tightly and slowly loosened them. He nodded toward Chen Xiao, looked at Wen Qing behind him, then he went around Chen Xiao and continued forward.

Faced with Qin Mo's cold att.i.tude, Chen Xiao's words stagnated, and then he immediately reacted as he blocked Qin Mo again. His gaze fell on Lin Zizheng as he said, "You can probably guess that Lin Zizheng is the reincarnation of Ling Yuan. He has received inherences two times, and there is a third and the final time that he has not undergone. Now he needs to accept this last inheritance with us."

He reached out to Qin Mo's arms and tried to grab for Lin Zizheng in his arms.

Qin Mo's eyebrows furrowed. He turned his feet, breaking away from Chen Xiao's movement. Watching Chen Xiao with a chilling light circulating in his glare, "This matter, it's better to discuss after Lin Zizheng wakes up."

As soon as Qin Mo said this, Chen Xiao's expression became cold. He is powerful and very few people would disobey him, and Qin Mo's att.i.tude made him very discontent.

The surrounding air became slightly stagnant.

"Haha, haha." The elder beside them laughed out twice and hurriedly came forward to hold Chen Xiao. Others may not know, but he understood how much Lin Zizheng cared for Qin Mo. He could not let Chen Xiao this grumpy old man to hurt Qin Mo.

He smiled at Qin Mo, "That's right, what Qin Mo said is right. This is really best for Lin Zizheng to decide." 

"Elder, you…" Chen Xiao frowned, he turned, wanting to berate the elder's comments.

The elder pulled his sleeve, then said to Qin Mo, "Let's leave with you first, and then decide after Lin Zizheng wakes up."

Qin Mo glanced at Lin Zizheng in his arms and nodded. This thing, only Lin Zizheng can make the decision himself.