Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

Chapter 292 The past is the past, the present is the present, I have long since changed beyond recognition!

"Truly, an undying specter."

The Yin Manor reemerged. When Yi Chen first encountered it, his cultivation was shallow and he could not perceive the mystery of Yin Manor. Now that he encountered it again, he had a deeper understanding of it.

"It's not an illusory mirage, nor is it tangible; this crimson house exists in a superposition of both states, as if it could switch between the two at any moment."

"The Yin Manor that can persist in this world is indeed profoundly enigmatic."

"It seems that without touching its core, going to the deepest part, I cannot shake off this entanglement."

A hint of solemnity flashed in Yi Chen's eyes. He changed directions several times and conducted more tests. However, just like before, the Yin Manor followed him like a shadow.

As he was lost in thought, suddenly, the grand doors of the mansion creaked open.

The door was open.

A pool of crimson blood flowed evenly from the vermilion doorstep, halting in front of Yi Chen, shining brilliantly as if a red carpet was inviting him inside.

A rich, sweet, and bloody scent suddenly spread through the air.

"Is this human blood? No, that's not right. This shouldn't be human blood, but what's certain is that this stuff is fresh. Such an invitation method is indeed interesting."

Golden flames erupted beneath Yi Chen's feet, forming a thick ring of golden light that resisted the spread of the blood-soaked carpet; the true reason for its halt revealed.

"You expect me to enter just because you beckon?"

"Damn it, would a Taoist like me ever walk through the main entrance as a rule?"

Yi Chen slowly made his way to the side wall. Since there had been no danger taking the side route last time, he chose the same path again, adhering to the maxim: 'If not necessary, do not add reality.'

With a nimble leap worthy of a Dongguan native, Yi Chen quickly entered the front courtyard.

Unbeknownst to him, droplets of blackish-red blood started to fall from the blood-red plaque hanging inside the gate, gathering on the ground to form a distorted 'two' character.

No sooner had Yi Chen stepped into the Yin Manor than he attempted to repeat his old trick of breaking in through the window to

The smile didn't fade; it simply shifted.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could you, a mere Taoist, improve so quickly in just one year?"

"The past is the past, and now is now!"