Just at that moment, the swarming wronged spirits fled in terror, as if they had seen their nemesis, and they vanished from everyone’s sight in less than a moment.

Gazing at the now empty land before them, the group felt as if everything they had just experienced was nothing more than a nightmare.

Before long, a young Taoist priest wearing a Daoist robe appeared, strolling leisurely from another direction, as if wandering in his own garden. However, what was eerie was that not a single wronged spirit appeared around him.

But the leading disciple of the Qinglian Sword Sect became nervous for no reason; in such an environment, to walk alone without any signs of battle was clearly abnormal.

Under his vigilant gaze, the Taoist priest smiled lightly at them and then continued on his way.

"Big Brother, why don’t we strike up a conversation with that young Taoist priest?" the junior apprentice asked curiously, feeling fond of the good-looking young Taoist.

"Young Taoist priest, my silly junior brother, that person might be old enough to be your ancestor," the condescending Junior Brother Qin said with a scoff.

"No way, he looks so young," the junior apprentice expressed, somewhat incredulous.

The senior apprentice nodded and said, "Don’t be deceived by his appearance. In this relic filled with perils, for someone to come here alone and unharmed, he’s either a bane of this relic or a senior expert."

However, facing such a formidable character whose intentions were unknown, whether friend or foe, the senior disciple chose the safest approach, which was to keep respectful distance. After all, they carried the reputation of the Qinglian Sword Sect, and most experts would give them due regard.

Watching the young Taoist’s receding figure, the junior apprentice still found it hard to believe; he looked like he was barely older than himself.

The young Taoist leading the way chuckled to himself, "It seems they have been scared off by me; they don’t even dare to come out. What a pity, I could have captured a few more good believers."

The young Taoist was Lin Fang. Ever since he discovered the value of this space, he had been roaming around it, specifically targeting those strong and strange creatures. After several attempts, he had indeed accumulated quite a few beads.

Unfortunately, these creatures had become smarter and would hide upon seeing Lin Fang. With no other options, Lin Fang decided to focus on the wandering wronged spirits.

After all, his paper figures still needed believers to offer worship, and the power of faith could also strengthen the power of his Glazed Glass Tower.

So, the wronged spirits became unlucky; upon encountering Lin Fang, they would be captured into the Glazed Glass Tower and sent to the Buddha’s Light area in the tower’s lower space. With just a light shine of the Buddha’s Light, the wronged spirits would let go of their grudges, sincerely convert, show a compassionate demeanor, and praise the Paper Buddha.

In less than half a day, the originally desolate Buddha’s Light area had quite a few new followers, each sitting cross-legged in the air, praising the Paper Buddha, making it appear even more majestic and solemn.

A ceaseless stream of the power of faith, flowing through the connection with the paper figures, blessed the Glazed Glass Tower, making it shine with resplendent golden light.

Little Fox and the others cultivating in the Glazed Glass Tower were astonished at this scene. The paper figure, which had been sitting steadily on the altar, suddenly burst into dazzling golden light, transforming into a majestic Buddha, surrounded by countless followers, startling the three little demons out of their wits.

After all, they had just escaped from the pursuit of the Buddhist Sect, and their injuries had only recently healed.

Bashan Tiger and Yi Hailong jumped up with a swish, shielding Little Fox behind them, as grand chants resonated throughout the Glazed Glass Tower, making the three little monsters feel as if they were on Mount Ling.

However, at that moment, the imposing Buddha seated on the Lotus Platform suddenly stretched out his hand and gently scratched his own behind.

With just one movement, the previously solemn atmosphere was utterly shattered.

Only then did the three little monsters relax, knowing it was the paper figures up to their mischief again.

"Big Brother Lin’s paper figures are so irreverent," complained Little Fox.

Bashan Tiger and Yi Hailong also nodded in agreement, sharing the sentiment. These paper figures always liked to engage in baffling antics, and they couldn’t understand why their steady leader would have such paper figures.

Meanwhile, in the outside world, with countless wronged spirits entering the Glazed Glass Tower, even the most fearless spirits felt terror and instinctively avoided Lin Fang. Wherever Lin Fang appeared, they chose to retreat.

And because of this, Lin Fang suddenly found himself with nothing to do in the ruins, as all demons and ghosts would flee at his presence.

"Forget it, it seems like it’s best to head to the gates of Qionghua Sect sooner rather than later," Lin Fang said to himself, somewhat bored.

Little did he know, beneath the blood-red earth, a handsome man with a head full of silver hair quietly sighed in relief, murmuring to himself, "At last, I’ve managed to quell his curiosity; otherwise, the energy accumulated over a thousand years would have been completely depleted."

His gaze lingered in the distance, where a white Divine Dragon was trapped in the air by several special chains. Mana flowed out from the Divine Dragon, ultimately converging on a strange altar. The altar was inscribed with mysterious runes that flashed with light.

And as the light flickered, a new wronged spirit would walk out from the altar, like an assembly line process, moving rapidly. No wonder the people above felt the spirits were endless.

Suddenly, a burst of light flared, and turning his head, he saw another group enter the ruins. But this lot was clearly not Loose Cultivators, as they each wore blood-soaked red garments, exuding a dense aura of malevolence, clearly having killed countless people.

"Interesting," the man murmured to himself.

"But this is good, too; all I want is death itself!"

On the other hand, Lin Fang had already arrived at the site of what once was the gate of the Qionghua Sect. He saw that the once majestic buildings were now empty, the ground covered with rubble, and the wide square was now filled with red wild grass. Within the thickets lay skeletons clad in sky-blue robes embroidered with clouds, likely the disciples of the Qionghua Sect.

Lin Fang stepped onto the land that belonged to what was once the foremost of the Great Sects, his footsteps creaking. That was the sound made by crushing bones beneath his feet, bones that had become soft over the long stretch of time.

"My goodness, the Qionghua Sect sure had a lot of members," Lin Fang muttered to himself in awe.

Ever since he had crossed into this world, he had followed the Journey to the West route. To speak the truth, this path was the most difficult one in the Three Realms, filled with Demons and Ghosts, each with immense Divine Skills. This also made cultivators of the Human Clan extremely rare in this region.