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Time flew, and years passed like a shuttle.
In the blink of an eye, nearly three years had gone by.
Yibai and the Black Bear Demon continued their journey to the west, never stopping.
Along their way, they encountered countless wonders and strange events. There was a small country whose people practiced a technique that allowed their heads to leave their bodies without dying, and the heads could even fly a thousand miles away, visiting the blue seas in the morning and the grey Wus at dusk.
Another small country had the custom of scraping the flesh off their dead, burying only the bones, believing this was the utmost filial piety.
There was also a small country where the people would build a pyre to burn their deceased, placing them on top to be smoked by the fire, saying that in this way the spirits could ascend to the heavens with the smoke.
Such bizarre occurrences were countless.
As for Demons, they were so numerous that they couldn't be remembered clearly anymore.
