Chapter 296: Wilderness Forest

The matter of the Zheng family ancestor had always been shrouded in fog, and no one could say it clearly.

How he opened the Qiling ruins, what he did to give birth to disordered flesh and blood, and how he hid for many years and finally directed and acted in a great game of refining people by seeking immortality from all sides.

The matter of the Bu family was the same.

Why they transformed into evil seeds, where the main family of the Bu family went—all things were like broken chains, without cause or effect.

People are always full of caution when facing the unknown, unwilling to act easily, for fear that the immortal fate will not be obtained and they will die and disappear, so they are cautious again and again.

But this also depends on the situation.

For example, those whose lifespan is approaching.

Birth, old age, sickness, and death are the cycle of the Heavenly Dao, which has been the same since ancient times.

At birth, people come naked, without a thread of clothing. When they are old and sick, they curl up their bodies, like insects, silently waiting for the final ending in the dark.

But the cultivators of the Qingyun world have always been resisting death, thus giving birth to various secret techniques.

Some require the price of damaging the origin, some will cause confusion in the mind, and others can only fake death to drag out their lifespan.

Such secret techniques are not necessarily better than calmly facing death, and there is no lack of pain and difficulty, but in the end, it is a glimmer of hope.

Because the longer the lifespan is dragged out, the more likely it is to break through the realm and extend life.

It's just that since the rise of the human race a thousand years ago, there have been countless people seeking longevity, but most people die while waiting, their souls returning to the Heavenly Dao.

And when the opportunity truly arrives, even if the risk is huge, the old people facing the limit of life and death will burst out with a strong desire, even at any cost.

Because the desire for survival is the greatest miscellaneous desire in the world, but it can burst out with incomparably strong motivation, far exceeding hatred and family affection.

After all, even if one dies because of it, that is the predetermined ending.

As for those who are not troubled by lifespan and are cautious, facing the immortal fate, they still cannot calmly watch, so they will place their eyes on these old people who are approaching the end of their lives, pay close attention, and borrow them to explore...

Thus, from the Bu family matter to the Dongping Mountains, the eyes of immortal sects from all sides have always gathered behind those old people who are about to die.

And now, they have entered the ruins of the Great Wilderness Forest.

Whether the Bu family's alienation into evil seeds is related to the Great Wilderness Forest ruins is not to be discussed for now, but the forbidden land that could not be entered since ancient times has now been liberated, which itself is a big event.

At this time, the New Year has just passed, and the accumulated snow has not yet melted.

In the southeast of Qingzhou and the northwest of Yongzhou, at the confluence of the Nujiang River and the Wujiang River, except for some evergreen trees and the pine forest in the southwest with some green, everything around is snow-white, mountains dancing with silver snakes, plains galloping with wax elephants, covering the entire river bank.

Because this place does not rely on cities, there is only a small stone town, where hundreds of households live, crowded on the east bank of the Wujiang River.

Such a barren place naturally has no teahouses or restaurants, only a tea shed that eats by the Yongzhou official road.

At sunset, the farmer who runs the tea shed walks out of the mud house behind him, carrying a steaming teapot to the tea shed. His mouth opens with thick white mist, which dissipates in the dark red sky.

"Small shop... the small shop is already dilapidated, and there is no good tea."

"Hospitality... hospitality is not good, please forgive me."

The farmer said, looking at the crowd gathered under his tea shed.

Since the first day of the New Year, people have been coming to their stone town constantly. Just like this batch today, all dressed in luxury, with a terrifying momentum, making people dare not look up.

He had never left Stone Town and couldn't guess the identities of these people, so he could only serve them carefully.

And those people didn't talk to him, their eyes cold and arrogant, as if they couldn't see this farmer at all, and kept staring at the river bank in front of them, constantly looking around.

The winter river surged endlessly, the muddy yellow river water wrapped in fine ice, roaring and colliding between the steep canyons.

The white foam splashed from the rolling waves in the middle of the river from time to time, and was instantly swallowed by the torrent.

At the same time, a stream of water vapor surged toward the shore, turning into bursts of white mist in the cold and dry weather.

The crowd in the tea shed finished drinking the tea, then stood up one after another, walked downstream along the river bank, and flew across a mountain pass like the wind amidst the flashing spiritual light, flying toward the southwest.

Looking down from the void, the entire forest sea was like a solidified dark green wave in the ups and downs of the morning mist.

And the mist in it was not uniform milky white, but was torn into wisps of flocculent objects by countless tree crowns, entangled into semi-transparent gauze curtains on the tips of the fir trees.

The crowd roared down, the surging spiritual energy tore open the heavy fog, and escaped into the mountain forest.

The farmer who ran the tea shed was squatting on the left side of the tea shed at this time, looking up with slanted eyes, only seeing their figures soaring into the sky, and hurriedly withdrew his gaze.

Flying into the sky and escaping into the earth, riding the void, that was undoubtedly an immortal.

He would see people from the government every autumn, coming to collect tax silver, saying it was to worship the immortals and protect the world with favorable weather.

Day after day, year after year, almost half of his life's earnings were given away, but this was the first time he had seen the legendary immortal.

He hurried into the courtyard, looking at his wife's worried gaze looking out, and couldn't help but frown, whispering to her to hurry into the door.

No one came again for several days after that, but the people in Stone Town always kept their voices low and their heads down when walking.

Because those immortals entered the Great Wilderness Forest behind and never came out, but they all knew that those people were inside.

These mortals didn't know what the immortal masters were doing, but they knew that since so many big figures visited this barren land, something must be about to happen.

At the same time, in the mountain forest with heavy fog, countless cultivators were constantly moving west in the Great Wilderness Forest.

Stepping over the rotten dead branches and fallen leaves, they gradually saw a black outline in the fog.

After walking closer and pushing away the fog covering their eyes, they saw a magnificent black mountain standing in a dead and silent stillness.

This was a very strange high mountain, the whole body was very flat, not like other mountains that would have independent rocks hanging on the mountain body, but instead, there was no gap between the layers.

Looking up from the foot of the mountain, the high mountain in the gloom was like a precarious, colossal shadow, bringing a sense of invisible oppression.

And not far from this mountain, many figures were already standing there, quietly staring at the movement around them...

Rumble—

On the nights when the muffled thunder exploded, as the thick night fell, the lower reaches of the Wujiang River were shrouded in darkness.

Especially the Great Wilderness Forest, where the fog covered the sky and did not let in the sky light, was even more highlighting a touch of dead and silent stillness at this time.

Near the mountain, countless people were hiding in the night, sitting or standing, tightly staring at a ring-shaped valley.

The old people who came from the Dongping Mountains entered it through this valley a long time ago, and now several days have passed, and no one has returned yet.

What is inside, whether the people who went in are dead or safe, all kinds of things are unknown to anyone.

In order to investigate the news inside, they subsequently sent disciples in, and so far, they have not splashed any water like a mud cow entering the sea.

Such a result made them even more afraid to act rashly, and they could only stay here. ===== CHAPTER 297 =====