1159: Chapter 345: The Woman on Zhenyou Mountain 1159: Chapter 345: The Woman on Zhenyou Mountain Su He trod upon the Yellow Spring and ascended Zhenyou Mountain.
The mountain summit was shrouded in a eerie mist, and the atmosphere bore a sense of oppressive silence.
Dead trees covered the mountain; their quietness was terrifying.
A demon wind blowing through the branches produced a wail of misery as if entering the Netherworld.
Especially the Yellow Spring River that entwined around Zhenyou Mountain added an even more bizarre touch.
The architecture on the summit was proper and orthodox, yet under this atmosphere and lighting, it seed akin to the Yellow Spring Palace of Hades.
When the Yellow Springs Heavenly Ladder receded in front of the “Palace of Yama,” Su He faced the temple gates and folded his hands, “I am Su He.
May I know which fellow Taoist summoned here?”
In the past, when eting others, he occasionally had to call them seniors, but from now on—he was the senior!
Su He felt an additional symbol on his forehead, akin to Gujing Pavilion Buddha’s Son having an identity mark.
Exiting the space where the Taoist Ancestor resided, a symbol appeared on Su He’s forehead.
This symbol was very dominating; upon its appearance, it directly devoured the mark of Buddha’s Son—not erased, but if Su He needed to reveal Buddha’s child mark, this mark could transform into it.
Normally, it was the symbol of a Disciple of the Taoist Ancestor.
If Su He were to display this mark, anyone who saw it would know that Su He was one of the only four direct disciples of the Taoist Ancestor in All Heavens and Myriad Realms—there was no possibility of impersonation!
Disciple of Taoist Ancestor—apart from Taoist Ancestor and his fellow senior disciple brothers and sisters, everyone else was of a junior generation—including Thai Zu and Mingzu.
Speaking of which, Ji Feixue would have to address him as uncle.
He was vaguely a little excited…
Su He asked aloud, and after a long ti, a voice that seed to co from the depths of the Nine Nether erged from the great hall, “Enter…!”
The voice was not unpleasant, even quite pleasant, but for so reason, when it fell on him, it always felt…
bitterly cold!
Neither icy nor chilly could describe it, only bitterly cold could.
Inside was a woman.
Su He straightened his clothes, knocked on the door, and paused for a mont before pushing it open.
To remain on the peak of Zhenyou Mountain without being known by Guiwang Mountain, it must be an extraordinary entity.
Courtesies were due.
Upon entering, a burst of snow and ice hit his face.
Even Su He shuddered, looking forward to see an expanse of ghostly ice.
Only these two words together could describe the scene before Su He.
Windows, floors, columns…
everything was sealed in ice, but this ice shimred with an eerie purple hue, giving an ice-cold oppressive sensation.
Looking ahead, Su He saw a woman sitting quietly on a frozen throne.
Not knowing how long she had been sitting there, her body had assimilated with the ice, and it was exceedingly difficult to shift her gaze downward finally settling on Su He.
Su He’s breath tightened, and his eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the woman on the throne as his breathing grew heavy.
“Baiyin!” he called out.
Though the woman on the throne was dressed in purple and had a completely different deanor from Baiyin, she unmistakably bore Baiyin’s appearance.
In this era, White Spirit had not yet been born, so it could only be Baiyin.
Su He took a sudden dash forward, but abruptly stilled his movent, then his brow furrowed.
“Not…
coming up?” The woman on the throne looked at him, her ice-cold gaze gradually thawing into puzzlent.
She must have been too long without interacting with others; her speech seed sowhat awkward.
Su He furrowed his brow, looking at her, “You are not Baiyin, who are you?”
“Baiyin?” Puzzled, the woman’s gaze wandered as if desperately searching for sothing; after a long while, she regained her senses, and a beam of light emitted from her forehead, falling into the hall and forming a retrospective scene.
The scene displayed the great hall sealed by ice, with ghostly ice unchanged for eons.
Everything frozen, terrifying in its stillness.
From the angle of the shot, it was taken from the perspective of the throne.
The scenery remained unchanged, and Su He patiently waited.
After an unknown length of ti, soone suddenly jolted the temple doors, which trembled before returning to their prior state.
But soon after, the doors were struck several more tis, then loudly flung open—yet no figure appeared outside.
After a long while, seemingly assured that there was no danger inside, a head cautiously peered in, glancing left and right before a figure nimble as a hundred spirits bird flashed inside.
With a wave of her sleeves, she closed the temple doors.
Upon entering, she patted her chest proudly, shaking with pride, “Scared to death, scared to death.
I thought the Netherworld King might have left so dreadful trap, but there was nothing, just a Netherworld King’s Divine Artifact?”
She mumbled to herself, uttering ‘scared to death’ repeatedly, but her expression showed not the slightest fear; on the contrary, she seed disappointed, as if regretting not seeing any Netherworld King trickery.
“Hey!” The woman called towards the perspective of filming, “Are you still alive?
If you are, make a squeak?”
After a long ti, a voice replied from the throne, “Squeak—”
The woman was startled, then burst into laughter, laughing so hard she doubled over, clutching her stomach, waving her arms, almost in tears, saying, “No good, no good.
Ever since I split my existence with that guy, my laugh trigger has lowered; anything can make laugh for a long ti.”
She looked toward the throne, “For a joke like this, you deserve a Guardhouse to eat, but unfortunately, you are a Divine Artifact and can’t eat!”
The woman seed genuinely regretful, tilting her head and thinking hard for quite a while before pounding her chest confidently, “This way!
When you gather an Artifact Spirit or cultivate a human form, co find .
If you can’t find , just grab anyone to inquire, and ntion my na, Baiyin.
It will work better than your master’s na, not many people know about her in this era.”
With a proud yet wistful expression, her beauty was startlingly captivating.
Who could it be if not Baiyin?
Seeing this girl again, even just in a retrospective, made Su He’s lips curl into a smile.
The retrospective scene’s lens shifted, no longer focusing on the throne but now mounted on the crossbeam of the great hall, filming downwards, capturing the entirety of the hall’s interior.
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