Chapter 89

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A frozen, snowy landscape.

In the distance, mountains stretch out in a vast expanse, while nearby, snowflakes drift gently.

In a valley covered in ice and snow, a figure stands quietly. His feet are buried in snow up to his knees, and his earth-yellow robe appears rather thin. The cold wind blows, causing his sleeves to flutter slightly. His tall, slender frame stands straight and firm, like a tree trunk in the desolate wilderness, proud and unyielding against the wind and snow, yet also lonely and isolated.

He faces the boundless emptiness and silence, lost in thought for a long time, but can't help turning back to look at the path he has taken, towards the even more elusive end. The mask he wears glimmers with a golden light in the snow. His eyes, which used to be lazy and carefree, now carry a hint of bitterness and loneliness!

Yuan Ling, having exhausted his lifespan, died.

A stranger he met on the road, an ordinary disciple of a immortal sect. He spent his entire life studying the path of immortality, perhaps reaching a transcendent realm, but his cultivation was wasted. In the end, he knelt before the altar of heaven, lying in the withering of time, with a sense of relief, regret, and final devotion.

Before his death, he asked me to accompany him on his final journey. It was just a talisman, to send him to his final resting place...

Wujiao turned around and looked ahead.

I am not a true cultivator, and I have no relation to Yuan Ling. Yet, facing his life and death, I can't help but feel a deep empathy. Especially for that old man, who was born and died with his obsession. Even at the moment of enlightenment, he had no regrets. Reflecting on my own years, though I have been evading and preserving myself, the confusion and fear along the way are no different!

As it is said: Between existence and non-existence lies the path of immortality; in a moment of loneliness lies the cycle of heaven and earth. Since the wind leaves no trace, why worry about the blooming and withering of flowers behind.

The path of immortality may be singular, but the ways to walk it are countless. Different paths lead to the same destination, each with its own unique journey...

Wujiao raised his hand and silently examined the jade slip he held.

The jade slip was left by Yuan Ling, inscribed with no less than tens of thousands of characters, roughly divided into four sections: Heart, Knowledge, Learning, and Travel. It covers astronomy, geography, the universe, the mundane world, ghosts, and immortals, as well as insights into the path of immortality, among other things. Two hundred years of dedication are evident in this work.

However, I am not a studious person, and such a monumental work should be left for a future worthy soul!

Wujiao put away the jade slip, remained silent for a moment, then collected his thoughts and looked around.

Is this Longshi Valley?

A vast expanse of ice and snow!

Fortunately, I have spiritual energy to protect me, otherwise I would have frozen to death.

Wujiao's gaze followed a snowflake as it drifted, then landed on his body.

The snowflakes did not fall on him but slid away a few inches away. His body was still filled with a surge of energy, completely immune to the cold.

He shook his sleeves, took a deep breath, and after determining the direction, his feet slowly lifted and he stepped forward. In a moment, a figure appeared on the vast snowfield, moving swiftly, leaving no trace behind...

Longshi Valley spans tens of thousands of miles. From here, one must pass through the snowfield, Wanshiling, and finally reach Longzhu Spring to arrive at the next destination, Longkang Ridge. The map of Canglong Valley is simple, making the journey not easy.

Three days later, the wind and snow intensified.

Large snowflakes danced wildly with the fierce cold wind, stretching endlessly in all directions. It seemed as if the sky had collapsed, and only the despair of being lost was fully released!

Wujiao continued to move swiftly, his lonely figure appearing and disappearing in the wind and snow. When he leaped onto a hill, he paused and looked into the distance.

The surroundings were still the same. As the cold wind swept by, layers of white snow mist rose and rolled endlessly, like silver dragons rising and ravaging the snowfield. For a moment, one felt lost and directionless.

Wujiao took a grain of spirit grain and put it in his mouth, then took out a spirit stone and held it in his hand. After a brief rest, he plunged back into the depths of the wind and snow.

At this moment, the map was of no use. To get out of this snowfield, one could only go straight ahead...

Another seven days passed.

A figure leaped out of a snow pile, instantly shaking off the snow, and then ran at full speed on the flat snowfield without touching the ground.

As the wind and snow gradually subsided, ice mountains appeared in the distance.

The mountains, of varying heights, were all covered in ice and snow. From afar, they looked like layers of silver dragon scales, undulating and extending across the sky and earth. They resembled a group of dragons lying in wait, with a grand and majestic presence.

Wujiao did not slow down, and when he leaped onto a hill, he landed gracefully from the air, intending to stand tall and look into the distance. However, his feet slipped, and he stumbled. He barely managed to steady himself, and only then did he see the situation under his feet.

The hill was not an ordinary one but was covered with a thick layer of ice, hard and smooth, making it difficult to stand. Ahead, the ice mountains overlapped, all white, as if the sky and earth were frozen, with a bone-chilling cold spreading in all directions.

Clearly, this was Longshiling.

Wujiao circulated his spiritual energy, and the cold immediately dissipated. He took a step, slowly slid down the hill, looked around, and then sped across the ground.

Another half a month passed, and the terrain of the ice mountains gradually rose. After a few days, the ice mountains became more numerous. As the ice peaks surrounded him, the path ahead became increasingly difficult to find.

Wujiao had to stop here.

He wandered at the foot of the ice mountains for a while, still finding no way forward. He took out the handleless blunt sword and, with great effort, leaped onto a nearby ice wall. He swung his arm, and the sword blade cut through a series of ice chips, then he used the momentum to leap up. After several attempts, he reached the top of the ice mountain, hundreds of feet high. When he landed, he found that beyond the ice mountain, there were more ice mountains, layer upon layer, stretching endlessly...

When there were no more ice mountains blocking the way, it was already two months after entering Longshi Valley.

A vast valley appeared ahead, with residual snow still visible, but on both sides, ancient trees grew in clusters, and mist drifted through the valley. In the long-deserted wilderness, a few rare signs of life appeared.

On the ice peak near the valley, a figure sat quietly.

His face, covered by a golden mask, showed signs of fatigue and loneliness. Even with the path ahead, he seemed to lack the energy, resting his chin on his hand and staring blankly into the vast sky and earth.

Wujiao arrived here but did not continue forward.

On the journey, he had not seen another soul besides himself. The torment of solitary travel was not just physical exhaustion but also the fear of loneliness, as if abandoned by the world, often leaving him at a loss!

Fortunately, the thought of escaping from the Ancient Sword Mountain, seeing Qisan, and returning home, and of course, thinking of Ziyun, gave him a direction and a sense of purpose. However, the journey was filled with unexpected events, causing panic and helplessness!

Why do those cultivators, who have clearly understood, still find joy in it? Like Yun Shengzi, Yuan Ling...

Wujiao's thoughts were somewhat troubled, and he straightened his body, stretched his arms, and yawned.

Ruminating is exhausting.

He wanted to sleep but feared forgetting the time when he woke up. In the cultivation manuals, there is a small technique for the mind to leave the body, which, if mastered, allows one to keep their eyes open while sleeping. In the future, he might try it during his free time.

According to the map, the valley below should be the last checkpoint of Longshi Valley, Longzhu Spring...

Wujiao looked down, his expression becoming serious.

About ten miles away, in the depths of the valley, there seemed to be some movement, but it was unclear.

Sigh, my divine sense has reached 1,500 feet, and I thought it was quite powerful, but compared to the vastness of the world, it's like the difference between heaven and earth!

He shook his head helplessly, stood up, and stepped off the mountain top. As he fell, he casually drew his flying sword towards the cliff. Ice and stone chips flew, and his figure plummeted swiftly. In a moment, he reached the bottom of the valley, looked around for a moment, and then sped forward.

If the previous landscape was a frozen, icy world, the valley ahead showed signs of spring, with melting snow, mist, and green trees, and a humid mountain breeze.

The further he went, the more spring-like it became.

After another twenty to thirty miles, there were several springs in the valley, ranging from a few feet to several dozen feet in diameter, all surrounded by mist. From a distance, they looked like scattered pearls, quite magical. Longzhu Spring was aptly named. As he approached, a warm and spiritual aura enveloped him.

Wujiao landed by a spring, about to look down, but his expression changed, and he looked up.

The valley narrowed here and then turned, forming a space of about a thousand feet. Steep cliffs surrounded it, and in the middle were numerous springs of various sizes. About a dozen male cultivators were gathered, either roasting food over a fire or lying in the springs, stripped to the waist. It was like a scene of people enjoying the outdoors, but not the talented scholars and beauties from the capital, but cultivators from the Spirit Mountain, disciples of the Ancient Sword Mountain. Most had removed their masks, looking fearless, and when they saw a stranger, they all focused their attention...

Wujiao stood there, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

To reach the next destination, Longkang Ridge, he had to pass through Longzhu Spring. He was unsure how to proceed, and encountering a group of Ancient Sword Mountain disciples could lead to unforeseen complications!

Wujiao felt a bit nervous and adjusted his mask.

At that moment, someone called out, "Why hide, junior brother? Come and enjoy yourself..."

The voice came from a middle-aged, muscular man with a beard, lying in a spring, arms stretched out, looking relaxed. Before he finished speaking, someone nearby laughed, "Indeed! Longzhu Spring is not only scalding hot but rich in spiritual energy. Soaking in it is the best way to relax and rejuvenate. Since you are not an outsider, make yourself at home. Stay for a few days before leaving. See, the exit is just ahead..."

The one who agreed was a young man, who, while speaking, pointed behind him. Through the mist, a mountain stream could be seen cutting through the cliffs.

Ah, I've encountered a group of friendly and hospitable Ancient Sword Mountain disciples. There are still good people in the world!

Wujiao relaxed and greeted them, "Hehe, greetings, senior brothers. I have matters to attend to, so I must take my leave..."

He bypassed the springs and was about to find a path forward.

But the muscular man stood up from the water, looking puzzled, "Are you not a disciple of the Hundred Swords Peak?"

Wujiao, without much thought, replied, "Ah... I come from the Yellow Dragon Valley..."

As soon as he spoke, a chorus of shouts erupted, "Since you are a disciple of the Yellow Dragon Valley, why are you wearing the robes of the Hundred Swords Peak? Where is Junior Brother Jiang Feng? Did you kill him..."

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