This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 210 Three Incense Sticks, Three Realms Mountain

Xiao Xingchen's unusual movement was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing several courtyards in the alley to open their doors like startled birds, and elderly figures, as if sculpted, revealed expressions of surprise.

In their eyes, Xiao Xingchen, who was standing still, seemed like a chameleon, sometimes shining with golden light, sometimes enveloped in darkness like ink. Even more strangely, three incense sticks appeared on his head, like three pillars supporting the sky. This phenomenon, like a boulder thrown into water, naturally alarmed the local inhabitants.

Lord Ma had already arrived beside Xiao Xingchen like a ghost, watching him shake his head and click his tongue in disbelief.

"My god, I haven't seen anyone whose life has been ruined to such an extent in so many years, and he's still alive. It's simply a miracle!"

"Xiao Ni has really brought back a lot of trouble this time. This kid is like a bottomless black hole, full of endless terror. We absolutely cannot mess with him."

"He seems to be using primitive formations to trace back to the source, which shows he has some intelligence. But is this formation really capable of tracing back to the person behind it?"

Doubts rose like a tidal wave, and a door burst open as if ravaged by a storm, revealing a phantom figure in white robes who floated out from the depths of the alley. He was completely concealed in the illusion, as if he belonged to a parallel space, completely out of place with this world.

"Don't doubt my great formation. I want to see who dares to run wild under my great formation."

Huan Wusheng's cold response descended like frost, and then he drifted towards Xiao Xingchen like a ghost.

As he stepped down, white lines spread rapidly throughout the alley like a spider web. In the blink of an eye, the ground, walls, and sky of the entire alley were covered by white lines, forming another enclosed space, like a rectangular cage that directly stripped Xiao Xingchen out.

"I haven't stretched my muscles in a long time, so there must be many experts outside. Since he wants to find out, I will grant his wish."

As the illusory figure's large hand suddenly grabbed the ground as if taking something from a bag, the white network cable instantly lit up like a silver snake, and a blinding white light rushed into the endless darkness like a dragon emerging from the sea.

While trapped in the illusion, Xiao Xingchen caught a glimpse of the road and saw the darkness on both sides of the road being easily pierced by beams of white light, revealing the mysterious scene hidden beneath the darkness.

His eyes narrowed suddenly, like the rising sun, instantly bathing the once dark roadside in brilliant light and revealing parts of the scene below the abyss.

It was an endless ocean of skeletons. All sorts of skeletons floated on the calm surface, as if the flow of the sea was slowed down by the obstruction of the skeletons.

Hidden on the road, Xiao Xingchen was completely unaware that he was actually standing on a vast ocean. What was going on?

Xiao Xingchen could no longer maintain his composure. He knew that he seemed to be exploring a series of real mysteries within himself.

Without hesitation, he stepped outside, knowing that he wouldn't fall here. With each step, a blue brick appeared beneath his feet like a loyal guardian.

And so, step by step, he stepped onto the sea. As soon as his body was fully out of the path, the feeling of peace and tranquility vanished abruptly, and the silence was swallowed up by the surging sea wind, the sound of the crashing waves carrying a putrid stench.

This is the real ocean, and I am but a drop in the ocean, insignificant and minuscule.

Only a narrow road, about one meter wide, stretched across the sea like a rainbow, winding its way into the endless depths. This scene, so unexpected, left him momentarily stunned.

Although it was just an illusion, the breathtaking scene before him still left him speechless with astonishment.

He gazed at the sea again, where floating skeletons swirled and rolled with the waves, allowing him to see their shapes clearly. Besides humans, there were also enormous skeletons of unknown creatures, like ancient tombstones, silently telling the story of the vicissitudes of time.

Some of the remains were tens of meters long, which was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Moreover, some of the skeletons were completely black, as if they had been dyed with ink, and the white bones had turned into black bones.

Suddenly, a wave surged up like a wild horse, and streaks of red danced with it like ribbons, as if a shy bride had her red veil lifted. The scarlet streaks beneath the surface of the sea appeared before his eyes like ghosts, and he couldn't help but wonder if his eyes were playing tricks on him. How could the seawater have two colors?

This time, he went even further. After roughly determining the direction, he continued downwards, determined to stand on the sea and find out for himself what these skeletons were all about.

On this boundless sea, with no reference points, the sea that seemed so close at hand turned into an astonishing distance as he actually started walking on it. He felt like an insignificant ant, unable to reach the surface no matter how hard he tried.

He tried to leap directly into the air, letting himself fall like a free fall, but the blue bricks acted like an indestructible barrier, repeatedly blocking his path.

He longed to break free from the constraints of this place by using the power of his spiritual platform, but his spiritual platform was like a sleeping giant, silent and seemingly vanished without a trace.

He had no other choice but to proceed slowly, step by step.

However, he did not intend to give up. The appearance of this sea made him realize that the problems he had were far more terrible than he had imagined.

What kind of sea is this? What are these skeletons? Why am I here on this vast ocean? And why is there a path across it?

These mysteries, like layers of fog, shroud everything, leaving people perplexed and puzzled.

Moreover, he was absolutely certain that he hadn't misread the wave he had just witnessed. The surface of the sea was covered with bones, and the seawater appeared to be its normal color, but beneath the seawater was a scarlet red. The surface and the seabed were like two completely different worlds.

That crimson color, like the fangs of a demon, was familiar to him.

Inside the tomb of the Cangshan Xiaojianxian, when he first arrived in this world, he witnessed a river of blood. The color beneath the sea was so similar to this scarlet.

A multitude of mysteries tangled in his mind, making it difficult for him to let go.

However, time flies like an arrow, and the world was once again shrouded in darkness. The white light from the unknown gradually dissipated like a flickering candle.

The sea beneath my feet, like a giant beast swallowed by darkness, slowly disappeared into the endless darkness.

At this critical moment, he knew that returning to the passage was the safest option, yet he remained as still as a mountain, unmoved. He longed to witness firsthand the dramatic changes that would occur when darkness completely descended.

The appearance of the white light seemed to put the sea into slumber. If the white light disappeared... his speculation was not unfounded, because when the white light dissipated, his body was once again engulfed by darkness. In the sky, only that road appeared and disappeared in the darkness, emitting a unique light.

Beside him, a faint candlelight had already been lit; he knew these were his three sticks of incense. In the utter darkness, the flames of the three sticks of incense acted like guiding lights, illuminating everything around him.

The red incense sticks, like nimble sprites, danced gracefully in the darkness, and the surrounding sea breeze vanished abruptly. To Xiao Xingchen's astonishment, the red candlelight grew ever brighter, extending ever further, as if the three incense sticks above his head had been lit, radiating intense light like the sun.

Bathed in white light, he appeared to be standing on a vast ocean. However, as the incense smoke spread, an eerie and chilling sense of dread washed over him, causing him to shiver. It was as if some colossal beast was awakening beneath his feet.

"Thump thump... thump... thump..."

Suddenly, a deep, resonant sound of a wooden fish drum came from beneath his feet. As the drumbeats began, incense sticks sprang up from the sea beneath his feet like bamboo shoots after a spring rain—one, two, three… appearing one after another, filling his eyes with a dazzling array of sights. As the incense spread across the sea, the entire world was instantly bathed in its color.

The sound of the wooden fish grew increasingly rapid, like a sudden storm, and Xiao Xingchen's heart pounded harder and harder, as if something was struggling desperately inside him, trying to break free of its restraints, as if his body was no longer under his control at this moment.

The word "wedding dress" flashed through his mind like lightning, and his body seemed to feel a strong sense of rejection towards itself, as if it were welcoming a new master.

The feeling of terror surged into his heart like a tidal wave, making his scalp tingle. This fear did not come from the outside world, but rather surged continuously from the depths of his body, like the claws of a demon, tightly gripping his soul.

He looked down in horror as incense spread across the sea like a carpet, and wisps of white smoke from the incense began to meander upwards like serpents.

The white smoke rose, and as if drawn by a magnet, it all began to converge towards his body, forming a dense, impenetrable net.

They quickly surrounded him tightly.

White smoke billowed, and images began to flash through his eyes like a movie playing out: a group of monks silently striking wooden fish drums like statues. But this wasn't just one monk striking the drum; he saw a mountain, from its peak to its foot, countless monks sitting cross-legged like stars, their figures filling the entire mountain like a tide, all tirelessly striking the wooden fish drums before them.

"Thump thump thump... thump thump thump." The constant knocking was deafening, as if it would shake his soul out of his body. A powerful pulling force, like the fangs of a demon, began to tear him apart mercilessly. The tearing pain was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, and he couldn't help but let out a shrill scream.

The white mist, like a mysterious veil, not only revealed a mountain and a group of monks, but also a temple. In front of that temple, a group of people were kneeling in worship like devout believers.

He tried desperately to see clearly, but his vision was slowly obscured by a scarlet curtain of blood. The tearing sensation in his body surged like a tide, engulfing him along with the blood and tears streaming from his eyes.

But he knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and that the illusion array seemed to have truly given birth to something astonishing.

Where exactly is the mountain in the picture located? Why are so many monks striking wooden fish drums?

What mysterious things are happening in that temple?

While he was still conscious, he struggled to open his eyes. His eyes were now stained with blood, but he dared not give up this opportunity.

He had a strong premonition that if he missed this opportunity today, he would never be able to understand the secret of the three incense sticks.

Finally, the scene seemed to be magnified slightly by an invisible hand, and he was able to see the temple clearly.

The first thing that catches the eye is still those three incense sticks, which stand like three pillars supporting the sky, enshrining some mysterious object.

Inside the temple, as his gaze fell upon it, someone seemed to notice something amiss. A man suddenly turned around and uttered a low, surprised voice: "What kind of scoundrel dares to spy on the Three Realms Mountain?"