Chapter 46

"Yu Ze, what is he doing?" a thin and small man asked. Dressed in a dark robe, though short, he naturally exuded an air of authority. Shan Hongbin, the master of the First Peak, looked at the mirage and asked. The middle-aged scholar knew that Shan Hongbin and Yu Ze were not on good terms, and with Zhang Xitong trapped in an unknown peril, Yu Ze could not escape blame. However, Shan Hongbin's blunt question seemed extremely petty.

"Xitong insisted on going to see for himself. That boy named Bu Li indeed has some issues." Despite his anger, the old man casually exonerated Yu Ze, not shifting the blame onto him. The old man was well aware of Zhang Xitong's temper, and Yu Ze had already reported to him through the mirage. As long as the conflicts among his subordinates were within his control, the old man never interfered.

"Bu Li... Bu Li..." Yun Yuhai mused, "But isn't this white mist the aura of the ancient fox captured by you two years ago, the master's spirit beast? How could it be..." Just as he said this, Yun Yuhai suddenly realized what had been bothering him. The aura was similar, but this white mist was much denser and deeper, far beyond the power of a fifth-stage spirit beast, even at its peak.

Could there be a top-tier wild beast hidden in the Divine Legacy Mountains?!

"If anything happens to Xitong, you will lead people to directly exterminate the Western Mountain Legacy Clan," the old man said, looking at the thick mist, as if making a casual arrangement. But everyone present, all top-tier experts of the Soul澜 Continent, knew the deadly intent behind the old man's words.

The Western Mountain Legacy Clan, with a million people, was not to be feared. But the blood oath from the last human-demon war still stood. If the Western Mountain Legacy Clan were truly exterminated, would they not fear the backlash of the blood oath?

Everyone murmured in agreement, then fell silent, staring intently at the rolling white mist in the mirage, unable to see through it. The life or death of Zhang Xitong in the mist might bring about a seismic change to the Soul澜 Continent.

Inside the inner hall of the Hateshan Sect, Yu Ze had been watching the "Legacy Clan Grand Trial." Even knowing that the young master was exceptionally talented and already a fifth-stage cultivator at a young age, he could dominate not only the desolate Western Mountain but also the Five Directions City, as long as those few powerful figures did not intervene. But Yu Ze kept his eyes fixed on the mirage, silently guarding.

Not finding Bu Li's whereabouts only slightly surprised Yu Ze. He was amazed by the young man's strong ability to hide, almost like a killer rather than a hunter.

He would find him eventually. Every evening, the array that enveloped the Divine Legacy Mountains would reveal the positions of all the legacy clans, making the battles more intense and leaving no hiding place for those who harbored侥幸 thoughts. At that time, the young master would naturally discover him. Yu Ze had no doubt about this; it was just a matter of time.

Luo Qingquan bowed and waited on the side, his back bent as if a mountain were pressing down on it, creaking with every slight movement. But Luo Qingquan did not dare to stand up straight, maintaining his humble posture.

The image in the mirage flickered, and Zhang Xitong's figure moved swiftly, approaching Bu Li and beginning a conversation.

"Whatever the young master says, if you want to live, forget it. Besides the mirage for the sect, this part must be erased," Yu Ze said.

Luo Qingquan was overjoyed. He had maintained his humble posture for this very guidance. The young master's personal involvement naturally involved countless taboos. Any slight mistake could mean death. Having Yu Ze's words, even if he suffered greatly, it would be worth it.

A smile appeared on Luo Qingquan's face, but before he could say a flattering word, Yu Ze suddenly stood up. Yu Ze's usually calm and indifferent demeanor seemed to break, making Luo Qingquan's heart feel crushed, his face turning pale. Had something gone wrong?!

Yu Ze stared intently at the mirage. After a moment, he confirmed his judgment. A phantom of a fierce falcon appeared behind him, its wings stretching out from under Yu Ze's armpits. Without a word, it broke through the air, flying straight to the Divine Legacy Mountains. The roof of the Hateshan Sect's rear hall was shattered, and countless broken bricks and tiles rained down on Luo Qingquan.

Luo Qingquan finally collapsed among the ruins, too exhausted to even cry. His eyes were fixed on the mirage, where the white mist rose around the young master, and the high-stage spirit beast's phantom behind him seemed to be worshiping something.

The mist rose suddenly, and Bu Li felt the giant wild beast's eyes behind Zhang Xitong looking at him, as if his body were being torn apart, falling into a river of time, seeing countless versions of himself. The Yangtze River flowed eastward, and Bu Li drifted downstream, unable to struggle, as if his limbs were no longer his own, and even moving a finger became a luxury.

When he first fell in, the resolute Bu Li was somewhat panicked. But as scenes unfolded before him, he calmed down. Abandoning the futile struggle, he watched the scenes flash by, so greedily, with a small hope in his heart, hoping that the river of time would take him to the place erased by an unknown force, to see what kind of world lay in his lost memories.

Scenes of warmth and sorrow flowed before Bu Li, with familiar faces like the black bear, Cai Xiaoxian, and Hu Wu appearing and disappearing. Bu Li drifted through his memories, vaguely recalling many forgotten memories. It had been ten years, and in his dreams, he was just a passerby, but he had left so many memories. Could he still be considered a passerby?

The more the scenes changed, the smaller Bu Li and Cai Xiaoxian became. Cai Xiaoxian disappeared, leaving only Bu Li. At this moment, Bu Li was extremely tense, about to see the blank memory he had lost!

"Useless guy!" A voice full of coarse words but with a strange charm suddenly appeared, just as Bu Li was about to glimpse a hint of his lost memory.

The entire space froze with the appearance of the voice, and a pure white, substantial mist enveloped the previous mist. Bu Li even had a strange feeling that the original mist was completely devoured, leaving not a trace. The powerful pressure halted time, and everything in the river of memory became a still image, hidden in the white mist, making everything invisible.

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