At the foot of Demon Suppression Mountain,
Ye Yu and the others arrived, following the information provided by Luo Ze.
They managed to locate a massive stone tablet on the northern side.
Eroded by time,
the characters on the tablet were completely unreadable.
Yun Roumu stepped forward,
placing her hand on the stone tablet
and chanting an incantation.
The tablet emitted a brilliant light,
slowly sinking into the ground
and revealing a narrow entrance.
The moment it appeared,
the previously clear sky
suddenly filled with dark clouds.
The atmosphere turned dim and ominous,
and faint wails echoed from the entrance,
sending a chill down everyone’s spine.
The Saint Son of Feiyun Pavilion, Liu Ge, slender and always maintaining a cold demeanor,
stepped forward to the entrance.
He said in a steady voice, “Let me go first and check the path ahead for everyone.”
With that, Liu Ge strode into the opening.
Feiyun Pavilion’s Saint Daughter, Yuan Mingjing, followed closely behind.
Seeing this,
the Saint Sons and Saint Daughters of Crying Spirit Valley and Xiaoyao Palace, unwilling to be left behind, entered one after another.
However, the Saint Son of Tianshu Mountain, Zhou Qifan, didn’t rush for the path.
Instead, he approached Ye Yu
and said quietly, “I’ve long heard of the renowned Saint Son Ye Yu of Qingyun Sect, and now that we meet, it feels like fate.
Tianshu Mountain and Qingyun Sect have always been close allies.
When this is over, we should meet up for a drink!”
He even mimicked the motion of drinking,
showing a friendly and hearty nature.
Ye Yu didn’t mind this sociable gesture, responding with a polite smile.
Without lingering, Zhou Qifan and the Saint Daughter of Tianshu Mountain, Zeng Ling, soon entered as well.
In the blink of an eye,
only Ye Yu and Yun Roumu remained outside the entrance.
This made Ye Yu feel a bit uneasy.
He remarked, “What’s up with these people?
The Heavenly Thunder Annihilation Talisman is in my hands.
Why are they in such a hurry to go in?”
Yun Roumu explained, “It’s said that Lin Fengyuan possesses a powerful artifact.
It’s with this artifact
that he managed to gain such an infamous reputation.
Some speculate it’s a semi-immortal weapon; others think it’s a supreme technique.
But what exactly this artifact is, no one knows.
The Saint Sons and Saint Daughters likely want to seize it while the seal is still in place and Lin Fengyuan is immobilized.
They’re hoping to grab it before he fully awakens.”
Ye Yu raised an eyebrow.
“That’s some courage. Trying to rob a tiger of its prey—what a risky move!”
“There’s no other way. A powerful artifact or technique can change a cultivator’s entire life.
To stand atop the path to enlightenment and survive, one must gamble their life.”
Yun Roumu’s voice held a note of resignation.
Ye Yu was taken aback.
Though her words sounded harsh,
they were undeniably true.
A powerful technique or artifact can indeed change a person’s fate.
And in the cultivation world, few top resources come without risk.
Ye Yu’s initial failure to understand their actions
stemmed from his smooth path thus far.
Whether it was artifacts or techniques, he had access to everything he needed.
If he worked diligently in his dream simulations,
he could materialize anything—it was only a matter of time.
But for them, things were different.
To gain something, they had to fight.
Ye Yu’s gaze turned resolute.
Perhaps the artifact on Lin Fengyuan was the “opportunity” Hong Luan had mentioned.
If so,
he, too, needed to take his chance!
With that, Ye Yu and Yun Roumu strode forward into the entrance.
Once inside,
Ye Yu could finally see the mountain’s true structure.
The entire mountain was hollowed out.
Looking around, he saw
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