Chapter 172: Unable to Understand

Upon entering Eternal Life Mountain, one could immediately sense that this place was unlike the outside world; every living creature here radiated vibrant vitality.

Yang Yuxin widened her eyes, marveling at everything around her with great astonishment.

“Are all the beings here immortal?” she asked with curiosity.

Besides plants, there were animals here as well—ranging from wolves and tigers to tiny insects and rodents.

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Everyone assumed some great figure had come to offer congratulations, yet the news brought by the person in charge left them somewhat incredulous.

“But... but this isn’t fair to He Yunjia!” Pei Shiyin harbored doubts; she had never wished to build her happiness upon the suffering of others.

“Hmph, if you want to keep something secret, don’t do it yourself. Words reveal the heart. Since you’ve spoken out, even the dullest person can understand your meaning!” Yue Lingshan said, laughing heartily afterward.

“I understand,” the attendant nodded, lightly turning the tray in his hand and glancing at the nearest bowl.

Suddenly, the Taiyi Dragon Pattern sword rang sharply as it was unsheathed, slashing directly at Bu Hongchan. But Bu Hongchan was no ordinary figure—using the Five Kings Divine Palm, he struck the sword’s blade with full force. A burst of green poisonous mist instantly spread along the blade, causing the Taiyi Dragon Pattern to lose its color and fall to the ground.

With every step Qingqiu Die took, she noticed the surroundings changing dramatically. It became clear she had entered a complex formation. To break the formation, she needed to calm her mind and focus... to find the mathematical formula that could unravel it.

A long silence followed as the two walked side by side. The streetlamps above cast their shadows, stretching and shrinking, shifting from long to short and back again.

Ma Teng’s face tightened, revealing an unprecedented smile that was half smirk, half pained grin. His flaws were magnified across his expression. Finally, he completely relaxed.

Behind him, Han Xiao watched the man’s departure expressionlessly, clenching his fist tightly, a dark gleam flashing in his eyes.

Old Lord Wang, who had been watching closely, suddenly shoved his son aside and dashed toward his grandson. “Little one, if you’re sleepy, just go back to bed. Don’t worry, Grandpa won’t let him disturb you anymore.” Ignoring his son lying on the ground, he went to soothe the grandson to sleep.

Upon hearing this, Master Sun felt a momentary relief: as long as he hadn’t run away, that was good. Then anger flared again: “Hmph! You think hiding in your cave will stop me?”

At that moment, a swirl of chaotic vortex appeared before Zheng Ruize, rippling the surrounding space like waves rolling back and forth.

“Master Bai is truly formidable,” Haidongsheng snapped back to reality and hurriedly offered insincere congratulations.

“Well then, what do you think I should do?” At this point, Ming Chen could only seek help from Brother Black Impermanence.

Within the gray mist, there was still nothing—empty and silent, neither light nor darkness, only a shade between the two. The two kept moving without pause, maintaining their course, flying ever upward.

The pearl emitted a soft white glow, its gentle radiance illuminating every detail of the stone chamber.

Master Sun took the initiative to inquire. He had intended to find an excuse, but Mo Xinian’s public outburst of grief was too genuine. Though displeased in his heart, he understood Mo Xinian’s distress and did not stop him. Besides, he lacked the power to do so.

Yue Qingge said nothing, staring blankly at the doorway. Gradually, her gaze grew distant, and she slowly closed her eyes.

A spring breeze swept through the carved window, a petal of peach blossom gently falling into the inkstone, rippling circles of dark teal across its surface.

What terrified him even more was that the true energy within his body was being relentlessly drained by the white threads clinging to him, flowing away in a mad exodus.