Chapter 150

Undying Mountain, at a glance it is a black mountain range; each peak is the king of mountains, the emperor of ridges, inspiring awe and making one unable to resist the urge to bow and worship.

The outer circle of black low mountains, although not tall, are still incomparably mighty and towering, with a grand momentum, and a strange aura spreads.

'Are we really going in?'

Duan De gazed at the Undying Mountain, couldn't help but shiver, his eyes wandering, he was very fearful.

The Undying Mountain is too terrifying and dangerous, with endless legends, no one dares to step inside.

It is said that the Great Completion Sacred Body and another ancient Great Emperor joined forces, and after two lifetimes they managed to enter, yet still could not resolve the supreme existence inside; the terror of its power can be glimpsed.

'That's only natural; we've come this far.'

Yang Zhu nodded; he is proficient in the Great Emperor's spirit patterns, carries three Imperial weapons on him, and has the Beginningless Bell watching over him at all times, so there should be no mishap.

'Alright, I'll trust you.'

After a moment's thought, Duan De nodded slightly; Yang Zhu even dares to block the doorstep of the Absolute Myriad Dragon Nest, so entering the Undying Mountain is understandable.

'How dare you go anywhere, aren't you afraid?'

The Jade Pool Saintess spoke, her voice like heavenly music, ethereal and refined, her beautiful eyes sparkling crystal clear, gazing softly at Yang Zhu.

From the first time they met, she was attracted to Yang Zhu's temperament, unable to resist, almost instinctively, even she could not control it.

Besides that, his confidence and mystery also deeply moved her, something she had never seen in anyone else.

'My father told me, take what you want, walk the path you wish, no need to hold back.'

Yang Zhu's black hair flowed like a waterfall, his eyes deep, a Dao diagram flickered in his pupils, as if he were lost in thought.

On the path to proving the Way, white bones abound; which ancient Great Emperor did not advance by stepping on countless heaven-chosen prodigies? The world inherently lacks so much benevolence and righteousness; an enemy facing you may have no grudge, only because they were born in this era, ultimately a victory must be decided.

So, all that is needed is to press forward without hesitation, strive for what you want! 'Brother Yang, the Dao-comprehending tea leaves inside are a fine thing; could you get me a piece to open my eyes when the time comes?'

The unscrupulous Daoist suddenly thought of something, he he-he laughed, wearing a fawning expression.

Dao-comprehending tea leaves are extremely precious and rare; each leaf bears a different pattern—divine furnace, qilin, ancient pagoda, etc. —each leaf is unique.

Brewing tea with Dao-comprehending tea leaves, the aroma fills the air; drinking a sip can enhance one's Dao nature, and some may even gain insight and break through on the spot, possessing remarkable efficacy.

However, Dao-comprehending tea leaves are extremely precious, very scarce; only a few leaves drift out every hundred years, which are then collected.

Its value is immeasurable; even a Holy Lord may not possess one, a single leaf is hard to come by.

'Dao-comprehending tea leaves…… I have quite a few in my hand.'

Saying this, Yang Zhu took out a wooden box; the moment it opened, a refreshing medicinal fragrance rushed over, almost intoxicating.

Inside the small wooden box were over a hundred crystal-clear Dao-comprehending tea leaves, each translucent and radiant, emitting seven-colored divine light.

'No…… you have so many, why go in there?'

Duan De's eyes almost popped out, his heart pounding violently, unable to believe what he saw, shocked to the extreme.

'A single leaf is hard to come by, a rare treasure of the ages, and you have this many? It's utterly unjust!' 'Aooo!'

The big black dog smelled the medicinal fragrance, drool spilled everywhere, his eyes blazing with fervor, unable to restrain himself from howling like a ghost and wolf.

'This is what my father left me, though nothing beats taking it yourself.'

Yang Zhu is not stingy, and everyone present is trustworthy, so he immediately gave each of them a piece.

The Jade Pool Saintess carefully put away the Dao-comprehending tea leaves, unable to stop murmuring in her heart that Yang Zhu indeed had many secrets she did not know. 'Countless Heavenly Lords! From now on, Daoist Master will firmly follow you.'

Duan De's smile was radiant, his face glowing red, his heart thrilled beyond words.

'Woof! You dead fatso, you've picked up a great bargain……'

The big black dog muttered, cradling his own Dao-comprehending tea leaf like a treasure, grinning foolishly without cease, equally excited.

After observing for a moment, Yang Zhu began to go deeper; just stepping into this black region, a strange and ominous aura rushed over him.

Here a mysterious power spreads, space twists, the field reverses, and domain gates cannot be used at all.

'Stay close to me, don't get lost.'

Yang Zhu reminded the few, striding toward the depths, pausing from time to time, only proceeding deeper after deduction.

'Dead fatso, watch your step; the ground is covered in spirit patterns, one misstep and it's eternal damnation.'

The big black dog is skilled in formations, but the spirit patterns here were carved by a Great Emperor, profound and mysterious, not even an ancient Great Emperor could fathom them in the slightest.

Although he now grasps the Word-formation Secret, the spirit patterns underfoot are beyond his comprehension.

If it weren't for Yang Zhu, the big black monkey would likely need much time and effort to traverse even a short stretch, and could not guarantee correctness.

'Who left these spirit patterns?'

From many collaborations, Duan De knew that Heihuang's background was enormous and frightening; the older the matter, the clearer he was about it.

'The Void Great Emperor, back then he broke in here, slew an existence not weaker than him, and it was precisely by pre-carving many spirit patterns that he gained the advantage.'

This is a very ancient secret, few know of it, yet Heihuang revealed it.

'You dead dog, how do you know all this? Could it be……'

Duan De's gaze was sharp; he too was very curious about Heihuang's origins, having tried many times to probe indirectly, but all ended in failure.

When this was mentioned, the big black dog turned his head away, closed his mouth, unwilling to say another word.

Hearing that, the Jade Pool Saintess looked toward Yang Zhu, her veil trembling slightly, but she endured it.

Clearly seeing not far away, they took half an hour to climb over the first low hill.

'Why are we moving so slowly? Is it because of the spirit patterns here?' the big black dog asked.

'The spirit patterns here are black and gold, intertwining, corresponding to life and death; our speed is actually normal.'

Upon hearing Yang Zhu's explanation, everyone broke out in a cold sweat; they had not seen the spirit patterns he mentioned, and it's hard to imagine what would happen if they took a wrong step.

'What happens if we take a wrong step?' the big black dog wondered.

'For now it's only the outskirts; taking a wrong step won't endanger life, it will merely……'

The spirit patterns here do not take lives, but if one takes a wrong step, they will be randomly transmitted deeper into a part.

Then, the farther one walks outward, the more they will find themselves drawing nearer to the deepest part, ultimately either trapped to death or slain by the beings within.

Half a day later, they had gone much deeper; at this moment the ground began to shake violently, as if a major earthquake had occurred.

Boom—! In the distance, atop a mountain peak, a dragon horse as huge as a mountain loomed, its whole body wreathed in divine flame, ferocious and terrifying, comparable to a primordial beast king, exerting overwhelming pressure.

The dragon horse strode forward; each step fell like a small mountain, shattering the void as it charged toward the few of them.

(End of chapter)