The entire castle was thrown into chaos, with countless ghosts surging like a tide. No one knew how many people had died here!

The massive ghost god curled up into a ball, prostrating at Chen Xiang's feet, while an endless stream of ghosts rushed into the mouth of the Disaster Bull. This bull, nourished for six years, was now close to becoming a demigod. At first, it was pleased with itself, but soon it recalled its former terror.

"Moo! Moo moo moo!!"

Ten thousand, a hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, one million...

The mirror light spread out from the castle, and the number of ghosts continued to increase. After forcibly cramming 3.7 million new employees into the Disaster Bull processing factory, the bull finally could not hold on any longer.

This nearly divine bull collapsed on the ground, eyes rolling back, tongue hanging out, its hooves twitching repeatedly.

Chen Xiang chuckled. He didn't put the Disaster Bull back into the mirror; before, he had to hide it due to the danger it posed, but now it could stay here—who would dare to steal it?

"Four hundred ten thousand ghosts, producing over ten thousand soul origins daily, not bad."

Chen Xiang lowered his gaze, staring at the prostrating ghost god.

【Soul: Once, He was a god who rampaged through the world, standing at the top of the giants, merely one step away from becoming a true deity, then】

【He died.】

"Interesting."

Chen Xiang tried to direct his gaze into the castle, but a vast power shrouded it, making it impossible to see any effective information. Opening or liberating the Eye of the Thinker might yield useful insights, but it wasn't worth the risk.

As Chen Xiang grew stronger, the Eye of the Thinker became increasingly effective. However, that eye was never his own; he had a vague premonition that overusing it might draw the attention of the lost thinker who had once possessed it.

There was no need for that.

Now that he had the false truth seed, he could perceive most information. The need to use the Eye of the Thinker was dwindling, so it was better to be cautious.

At present, he couldn't expose himself to the gaze of the outer gods again—that would lead to major trouble.

Chen Xiang shook his head, retracting his thoughts. The ghost tide that had raged in the castle had now dissipated. He gazed at the prostrating ghost god. Its strength exceeded his imagination; it was not at the fifth level but stood at the sixth level of the divine ascension path, towering at the level of 【Starry Sky】, possessing a complete divine soul as a top giant!

"Do you have a name?" Chen Xiang asked淡淡地.

"I have forgotten," the ghost god replied in a deep voice. "I seem to have slept for a long time. I have forgotten everything. Nameless."

"This is my first day back."

Chen Xiang calmly said, "From now on, you shall be called Ah Gui."

The mirror lying nearby suddenly stood upright.

"Your naming ability can only be described as a term for various biological excretions."

Bang!

Chen Xiang couldn't help but slap the mirror, grumbling, "Shut up! Or I'll give you a new name too!"

"No need. The Invincible Mirror King is already a good enough name!" the mirror quickly replied, lying back down and pretending to be dead.

Chen Xiang glanced back at the prostrating Ah Gui. "Get up. Can you transform into human form?"

"I think I can." The memory-impaired Ah Gui responded slowly. Standing at the top of the giants, it restructured the matter, editing the basic particles at a fundamental level. A large mass of air was forcibly transformed into a brand-new body, then infused with a significant amount of true god particles. Ah Gui then dove inside, turning into her form.

"Why did you change into a female body?!" Chen Xiang exclaimed, eyes twitching at the sight of a naked, stunning young woman.

Ah Gui looked confused. "I seem to be female. This is my only remaining memory. It seems you preferred my former appearance. Would you like me to change again?"

The pure white body slightly wriggled, as its structure was about to undergo a fundamental transformation.

"No, no, no!" Chen Xiang quickly stopped her. "I meant clothing! Put on some clothes!"

Ah Gui obediently nodded. The matter was restructured again, and an extremely cool maid outfit appeared on her body.

"Wait, how do you remember this?" Chen Xiang's eyelids twitched again. Ah Gui didn't respond, only slowly turned her head to look behind Chen Xiang.

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Chen Xiang suddenly turned around. The mirror hastily concealed the illusion woven from the light within, but he still caught a glimpse of it.

He forced a smile. "Mirror, you still have this hobby?"

The mirror continued to pretend to be dead.

Chen Xiang, furious, didn't want to argue with a mad mirror. He shot it a glare, then instructed Ah Gui to add some fabric to her extremely cool maid outfit before he was satisfied.

"Alright, you can go outside and wait by the door."

"Yes, master." Ah Gui walked stiffly toward the door, seemingly struggling to adapt to this new body. It was no wonder.

The body fabricated out of thin air was still too weak; it struggled to bear her immensely vast soul.

Chen Xiang sighed, feeling a bit troubled.

Ah Gui didn't seem very reliable.

He looked again at the still pretending-to-be-dead mirror and the red bull, which was rolling its eyes and hanging its fat tongue. He sighed once more.

The mirror, the big black bull, and Ah Gui were all unreliable; the most dependable in this vast castle turned out to be that little guy, Wu Shangpin.

Chen Xiang stood up and walked to the emotionless scarecrow, tapping it on the head.

After a moment, a massive will descended, and a deep, terrifying aura spread out as the scarecrow asked in a low, raspy voice, "Is something wrong?"

"No, I just wanted to ask how long it will take for you to arrive. Honestly, I suddenly don't want to stay in this castle anymore."

Chen Xiang spoke sincerely. Just the thought of being stuck with the mirror, the big black bull, and Ah Gui every day made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

In the void of eternal silence, it was still bearable; there, he was under tremendous pressure, speaking was laborious, and his thoughts dulled. The mirror was silent, hardly going crazy, and he rarely had to think, only repeating his training without feeling bored.

But now, it was only just begun, and this dead mirror was already showing signs of madness!

The scarecrow was silent for a moment before responding lightly, "If things go well, a month; at worst, not exceeding a year. The ghost ship captain has been causing trouble."

"What did you do?" Chen Xiang asked curiously.

The scarecrow shook its head, seemingly unwilling to explain, and its vast and profound will suddenly withdrew.

Chen Xiang pouted.

The following days returned to a peaceful state; for several days, things were quite leisurely. After being away for six years and returning to the human realm, Chen Xiang was filled with curiosity about everything.

On the first day, after feeling bored and getting annoyed while chatting with the mirror,

Chen Xiang flattened the forest behind the castle and had Ah Gui reorganize the area, turning it into vast fields of wheat, where he then planted the scarecrow.

He patted the scarecrow's head, and a terrifying will descended.

"What is it?"

"Is the Sea of Mist fun?"

"Not fun; I'm battling the ghost captain, waves crashing against the sky. If there's nothing important, don't call me."

On the second day, after failing to teach Ah Gui how to read and getting annoyed by the mirror again, Chen Xiang walked back to the wheat fields and knocked on the scarecrow's head.

The terrifying will descended.

"What is it?"

"Are you done fighting? I have many important matters waiting to be addressed; hurry up!"

The scarecrow fell silent for a moment:

"Not done."

The will withdrew.

On the third day, Chen Xiang knocked on the scarecrow's head, and the terrifying will descended.

"What is it?!"

"I've gotten used to knocking."

The terrifying will withdrew quickly.

On the fourth day.

On the fifth day.

On the seventh day, Chen Xiang knocked on the scarecrow's head but got no response.

He knocked again and still got no response.

After pondering for a moment, Chen Xiang called Ah Gui and had him take a broom, continuously knocking on the scarecrow's head.

Chen Xiang then sat nearby on a stool, leisurely reading miscellaneous books, occasionally catching a few knowledge demons that came to him as snacks.

Ten minutes later, the terrifying will descended.

"Seriously, are you sick or something?!"

The primal fear experienced a sense of being on the defensive for the first time. This was its avatar as a beacon; as long as it knocked on the head, it could hear. If it kept knocking, it could keep hearing!

It felt quite angry, glaring with its deep-set eyes, just about to lose its temper when the broom went 'bang' and hit its forehead.

The atmosphere fell into silence.

'Bang! Bang!'

The physically inadequate Ah Gui, who could not accommodate the enormous soul, reacted slowly and knocked twice more.

The primal fear felt even angrier.

Chen Xiang feared that if this guy got angry, it might tear Ah Gui apart, so he quickly pulled the maid back and said with a smile,

"This time, it's really something."

The towering scarecrow forcefully suppressed its anger and gritted its teeth:

"Speak!"

"Have you seen that black dog? I plan to build a doghouse for it. What color do you think would look good?"

The terrifying will withdrew swiftly.

Chen Xiang pouted. The mirror, which had been soaking up the sun in the nearby wheat field, suddenly spoke up:

"He's not wrong."

"What?" Chen Xiang turned his head in confusion, and the mirror replied languidly, "You really have that big a problem."

Chen Xiang resisted the urge to beat up the mirror. This guy was surprisingly tough; he had beaten it up hard yesterday, and his hand still hurt, yet it was completely fine.

He replied grumpily,

"What do you know? This is called taming. No, I mean familiarization. Frequently greeting each other makes relationships closer; no, building rapport is more convenient!"

The mirror scoffed:

"No, you're just bored."

Chen Xiang smiled and walked over, grabbing the mirror, and strode towards the front door of the castle, calling over the already familiar gatekeeping black dog.

This was a hellhound; according to Wu Shangpin, it was one of the previous owner's legacies, and now Chen Xiang named it Wangcai.

"Wangcai, have you ever played frisbee? Look at this, go!"

He threw the mirror out, and Wangcai dashed out in a flash, returning moments later with the mirror in its mouth, wagging its tail.

The mirror, drenched in drool, was furious:

"You're humiliating this invincible Mirror King!"

Chen Xiang laughed and picked up the mirror again, throwing it with force while it yelled curses, flying out again.

"How boring."

Chen Xiang watched Wangcai chase after the mirror and stretched lazily. The mirror was right; he was indeed very bored.

Reality was not like the eternal void; thoughts were not suppressed, yet his current cultivation was useless, and he couldn't leave the castle.

There were many things to do, but all of them required him to leave the castle first.

In the midst of his boredom, Chen Xiang's expression shifted slightly:

"Hmm, it seems something interesting is coming?"

He turned his gaze and saw a group of people cautiously approaching the castle from the left; their armbands bore the words "Extraordinary Law Enforcement Agency."

But they weren't the only ones coming.

On the right side of the castle, there was also a girl who seemed to muster her courage and step back onto the castle grounds.

Wei Tuantuan.

"Interesting." Chen Xiang yawned and stretched.