Hiss, hiss, hiss...
Just as the group of weird and bizarre monsters in the pit were about to surround Wang Yuan,
the old man who had suddenly appeared waved his hand toward this side.
The chilly wind beneath the White Tiger erupted again, and in an instant, there was nothing left in its place.
He had re-entered the Yin Road.
The Construction Director was naturally not willing to let the duck that was already in his hand fly away, but he soon discovered that his "Deceit Wall" had completely lost its effect.
The old man was as familiar with the Yin Road as if it were his own ho.
It simply couldn’t be blocked.
So, it stamped its foot forcefully on the mud-soaked ground and entered the earth, disappearing just as quickly.
After blinking an eye.
When a completely confused Wang Yuan landed on all fours again, he found that he had already gone far from the Construction Director’s burial site.
In front of him stood a tall, perilous cliff shrouded in pitch-black stormy weather.
"Is this... No Return Cliff?! Didn’t Mr. One-Eyed say that encountering ’Deceit Wall’ would make it impossible to escape?"
This kind of terrain was extrely rare on Beimang Mountain.
Wang Yuan recognized at a glance that this was the "White Bone Pool," "Wangren Town," "No Return Cliff" among the three most dangerous legends on the mountain, specifically "No Return Cliff."
Eager to ask those five key monts when the Little Ghosts dropped the ball, he found that they, who had been in Tiger Tooth all the while, seed to have been frightened and were huddled together, shivering with fear.
Wang Yuan frowned, but for the ti being, he couldn’t bother with them.
Because behind him, Earth Scholar Fan Zhang and the Construction Director, who were nearly completely fused, had erged from the ground like boot-hanging ghosts.
The White Tiger, with its strong and powerful limbs, faced the torrential rain and surged towards the cliff with a gust of fishy wind.
Although he didn’t know why he had suddenly co here,
on the normally perilous "No Return Cliff," there was a "strong ally," and if well-coordinated, perhaps he could benefit from the strife among others.
Whoosh—!
A constitution that could compete with a third realm "Spirit Communication Transformation" sped Wang Yuan up to the utmost limits.
Like a bolt of lightning moving in reverse, he instantly crossed onto a path of wild grass and blue stones beneath the cliff.
Just as he took his first step on "No Return Cliff," a bone-chilling cold wind blew from behind his ears, making him shiver uncontrollably.
It felt as though the cousin he was carrying on his back had suddenly co to life and was blowing air into his ear.
If a stranger unaware of this place ca here, they might not be able to resist looking back.
But Wang Yuan knew: on the mountain "No Return Cliff," it was difficult for the living to turn back.
Taboo: The only secret to entering the "No Return Cliff" and wanting to get out alive is that, before fully reaching the top of the cliff, no matter what happens, one must absolutely not look back!
Fan Zhang was from another place, and the Construction Director was an antique who had died two hundred years ago; Wang Yuan was not worried that they would know the details of "No Return Cliff."
Like "Wangren Town," these secrets were part of the heritage of the main branch.
After silently enduring the first round of cold wind blowing, he continued forward.
"Xiao Yuan!"
A sowhat ethereal voice suddenly sounded in his ear.
That was his cousin’s voice.
If soone else were carrying a corpse here and suddenly heard the corpse’s owner calling their na, they might be scared stiff even if they were usually fearless.
Wang Yuan, however, turned a deaf ear.
"Xiao Yuan!"
Then another voice called out, this ti in his grandfather’s voice.
Sadly, in this world, there were only these two relatives who could still speak to him.
Wang Yuan still ignored it and instead quickened his pace even more.
The top of the cliff was now in sight.
Crack!
He suddenly felt a slap on his shoulder as if soone had tapped him. Even now, as a majestic tiger a zhang in length, he was unmistakably slapped.
Rembering the taboo, undisturbed, he powered his four limbs and leaped onto the top of the cliff with force.
The temple on the mountain cliff was dilapidated, with half of the roof tiles missing and part of the walls collapsed, belonging to a Mountain God of Beimang Mountain from who knows how many years ago.
Almost at the sa mont he jumped to the top of the cliff,
Wang Yuan heard a crisp "crack" sound amidst the wind and rain behind him.
Looking back,
Fan Zhang’s body leaned forward while his head was twisted backward by one hundred and eighty degrees; clearly, his neck had been snapped like dry kindling.
Correct.
On the mountain "No Return Cliff," why is it difficult for the living to turn back?
Because as soon as one turns around, they are instantly twisted dead by an inexplicable force!
However,
at this mont, a neck was clearly no longer a necessity for Fan Zhang.
He lifted the Luoyang Shovel in his hand and fiercely chopped toward the figure standing behind him.
Wang Yuan finally saw clearly what exactly had been behind him just now.
Tall, nearly ten feet high, with a face the color of indigo, sharp fangs, wearing armor from an unknown dynasty, wielding a copper mace, and with a general’s belly, it closely resembled a temple deity.
Undoubtedly, the being that turned "No Return Cliff" into a deadly place was also a "Weird".
In the past, Wang Yuan could not see it, but now, with a pair of eyes capable of "Unsightly Observation", he could see this "Weird" clearly.
This was also his first experience witnessing a battle between one "Weird" and another.
The Nightmare Suppressing Power of both sides resisted each other, creating a boundary of opposition in the pouring rain.
The sound, like claws scraping on glass, filled Wang Yuan’s ears, causing a headache to split his head.
Simultaneously,
the "Construction Director" suddenly perford a hand gesture.
The stone path under his feet, like a living thing, had its stones stand on end like the scales of a cold-blooded animal when provoked, exploding layer by layer like a giant python.
Then, it fiercely pounced toward the deity-like "Weird" wielding the copper mace.
Two hundred years ago, there was a small temple in Luoyang City called "Treasure City Temple".
Though not popular with worshippers, it specialized in building tombs for the elite with unique craftsmanship.
This "Construction Director" was the last temple master of Treasure City Temple.
Well-versed in the hereditary "Earth Dragon Construction Technique", he was already ranked as a "Red Seal Mage" during his lifeti.
The Earth Dragon, also known as: earthworm, Qu Shan, earth dragon, Earth Dragon Master—this technique is best at moving earth and stones, constructing palaces, overpowering through sheer strength, irresistibly mighty.
Bang!
With just one move, the terrifying imnse force in the soil and rocks, far surpassing ordinary "Dao Generals", sent the deity-like "Weird" flying far away.
Wang Yuan realized that this "old neighbor" seed unreliable as well, and he was just about to flee again with his cousin.
A sowhat old yet extrely familiar voice, like thunder, suddenly exploded in the air above the cliff, completely drowning out the sound of the rain.
"Yin and Yang are in disarray, greatly producing grievances, you are the stricken one, to whom bla shall sound, follow the qi into your hand, create vast grievance..."
Hearing this spell, Wang Yuan imdiately recalled the knowledge from the "Heavenly Book" that spread from the "four-finger mark" on his wrist previously.
It included a small part of this Daoist Skill.
And at this mont, he finally witnessed the real power of this Daoist Skill.
"With mighty force, let the imperial decree enforce!"
"Release the thunder!"
Thunderous boom—!
No lightning was seen, but the entire cliff vigorously shook.
Fan Zhang and the "Construction Director", fully focused on dealing with the deity-like "Weird", failed to dodge in ti and were solidly struck by the Thunder Skill.
Their bodies, scorched black, were almost completely smashed into the ground.
Subsequently, driven by the survival instinct of Fan Zhang, the demon, they imdiately burrowed into the ground and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The pages of the "Small Book of Life and Death" inside Wang Yuan’s body rapidly flipped, displaying new writing at the end.
[Heavenly Departnt Dao Skill · Earth Que Golden Book]—[Earth Departnt Dao Skill · San Tu Yin Official Skill]—[Thunder Skill · Shaking Ghost Strike Thunder thod].
Cultivation thod (incomplete): Find a person struck dead by lightning, ascertain his na and birth details, write a sacrificial text, and cremate his body.
Keep the remaining bones in a clay pot.
After practicing the Burning Talisman for forty-nine consecutive days, on the day of thunder, break the clay pot with the sound of thunder and bury the bones in a clean place.
Call its ghost na, blow into your palm, and perform the Thunder Mantra to wield thunder!
This thod uses the ghost’s grievance as the sound of thunder.
"Precept Taboo" identical to [San Tu Yin Official Skill].
The sound of thunder subsided.
In front of Wang Yuan appeared a back that was both familiar and strange.
Familiar because he had lived with it for over a decade, although only on rainy days.
Strange because, through the "Unsightly Observation" view, the sowhat aged and thin figure now sported a deeply cracked bull’s horn erging from the left side of his forehead.
Behind his head, a ring of bright, warm golden light radiated.
As Fan Zhang and the "Construction Director" were severely injured and fled in disarray,
he seed to have been struck by precisely the sa Thunder Skill, his body suddenly lowering.
The ring of golden light behind his head instantly folded by one third.
Wang Yuan could not help but step forward and called out:
"Grandpa!"
Reviews
All reviews (0)