I felt a chill in my heart, but remained outwardly calm. "The Ghost God Coffin is gone. There's nothing to see here. Let's go!"

As Ye Yang helped me out, he couldn't help but ask, "Have you figured out what happened back then?"

"Almost!" I replied. "Xin Mo is right. I still don't know who my mother is. That's the most fatal thing."

"Only she knows what my destiny was when I was born."

"If I want to figure out why my dad changed my fate, I have to find my mother first."

"Hopefully, Chen Shuyu has found some clues!"

Ye Yang said in a low voice, "Believe in Xiao Chengzi. She can definitely find the information she wants!"

"Right!" I suddenly turned around, throwing both my sabers at the same time. The two blades merged in the air, turning into a wheel of light, heading straight for the Buddha statue on the iron roof of the temple.

The saber energy of the Taiji Slash shattered bricks and tiles all the way, instantly cutting open the iron roof of the temple, splitting the Buddha statue in two from the middle.

Torrents of demonic energy soared into the sky. A dark, overwhelming demonic shadow instantly pressed down on Iron Peak Temple.

The demonic shadow roared, "How did you find me?"

I stood on the spot, holding my sabers, and laughed, looking up. "Xin Mo told me that what I see is what I imagine in my heart, but I never imagined the battle between my father and the others at Iron Peak Temple."

"Those things couldn't have been imagined out of thin air, right?"

"Also, Wu Chen said that Iron Peak Temple hides the secret technique of creating ghost gods."

"Why didn't the illusion I saw mention the secret technique?"

"Most importantly, your story went off the rails."

"Actually, you could have just shown me what happened after Li Chunfeng returned to Iron Tile Temple. Did you want to make the story more realistic, or are you just stupid? Why did you have to create a timeline? Are you filming a movie?"

"Bastard!" the demonic shadow roared. "You dare mock me!"

I said in a deep voice, "Don't talk about yourself like you're the King of Heaven. Tell me your name first."

The demonic shadow said sharply, "The dead don't need to know too much!"

I sneered, "I guess you're either the spirit of the Ghost God Coffin or a survivor who wasn't burned to death back then."

In the illusion, I saw Yan Pianxian setting fire to the remains of the Ghost God and obtaining the Ghost God's relic.

But the demonic shadow didn't let me see the whole process of Yan Pianxian burning the Ghost God's remains.

If he was deliberately hiding something...

The only thing I could think of was that Yan Pianxian only burned the remains of the Ghost God, not his spirit.

The aura of the demonic shadow in the air weakened a bit for a moment, and then suddenly surged: "So what if you see through my true form? I can still make you die without a burial place."

As the demonic shadow roared, tiles flew in Iron Peak Temple. Heavy iron tiles, like steel knives carried by the wind, bombarded me and Ye Yang.

Saber light and sword shadows also rose, meeting the iron tiles in the sky.

The sparks from the blades shone in the sky, as bright as rain.

The force we emitted constantly struck the demonic shadow through the gaps in the iron tiles.

If it were an ordinary ghost god, our combined force would be enough to hurt them, but against the demonic shadow, it was useless.

While fighting, I transmitted my voice to Ye Yang, "I'll hold him off. See what he's possessing. Hurry!"

I could sense that the demonic shadow's strength wasn't great. If he really had the power of a ghost god, Ye Yang and I would have been defeated in one round.

There's only one possibility why we can't hurt him.

That is, we're only hitting a phantom, not his real body.

Ye Yang suddenly withdrew from the battle, but the demonic shadow sneered, "You're very clever, but Iron Peak Temple is my territory. If I want you to be buried here, you won't be able to leave."

"Look at the sky!"

When I subconsciously looked up, I saw the scene outside Iron Tile Temple.

The Xu siblings woke up at this time. Old Liu seemed to have deliberately left them far away. Feng Ruoxing and the others were all focused on Iron Tile Temple. No one noticed that the Xu siblings had woken up.

Xu Yulong's eyes lit up as he looked at Iron Peak Temple, "An'an, we're here. This is Iron Tile Temple."

Xu An'an said faintly, "Yes! We're here. Brother, do you really want the things in Iron Tile Temple?"

"Of course. With the secret techniques in Iron Tile Temple, I can change your fate." Xu Yulong rubbed his hands together, "An'an, wait for me to take care of the people at the door, and we'll go in. Don't worry, I'll take care of things quickly."

After Xu Yulong finished speaking, he walked straight towards Iron Tile Temple. "Senior Feng! You are..."

Feng Ruoxing turned around and said, "We've brought you to Iron Tile Temple. Our business is over. Do as you please."

Xu Yulong said cautiously, "Senior Feng, why aren't you going in?"

"Li Po and Ye Yang went in..." Feng Ruoxing was still speaking when demonic energy soared from Iron Peak Temple, reaching into the sky like smoke, clearly visible even miles away.

Feng Ruoxing said urgently, "Everyone prepare, attack Iron Tile Temple with me, quick!"

No one expected that Xu Yulong would kneel down at this time. "Senior Feng, I have a request."