451: The truth in the fog

North of Gan Country lies an Immortal Mountain, its peak perpetually shrouded in clouds and mist, resembling a heavenly realm. This is Siyuan Sect, one of the Central Continent Five Great Sects.

The news of Xu Sanyan’s Breakthrough to He Dao Realm and his consecutive slaying of two veteran He Dao Realm cultivators had spread throughout Zhong Province, and Siyuan Sect naturally received the news.

Moreover, the transformation of five cities in Qian Province into dead lands was such a massive event that it couldn't be concealed.

When Fang Qingge learned of this news, he was both shocked and incredulous. No matter how much he racked his brain, he couldn't fathom how Xu Sanyan had Cultivated.

Back then, both of them were at Mystic Path Realm Perfection, but now, after two years apart, he had barely broken through to Soul Refining initial stage, while the other had already reached He Dao Realm.

And not just any He Dao Realm; upon his Breakthrough, he immediately delivered a powerful blow to the Cultivation world, single-handedly defeating Sun Yingtang and Jiang Family Old Ancestor, truly demonstrating unparalleled might!

Fang Qingge clicked his tongue, turned to look at the young woman beside him, and asked with admiration, “Junior Sister, did you ever anticipate this day?”

The young woman slowly shook her head while sitting in the stone pavilion, her face filled with nostalgia, yet also a hint of sadness, her expression extremely complex.

“My husband wasn’t like that back then…”

Fang Qingge chuckled, “You still call him husband? He probably forgot about you long ago…”

The young woman rested her hand on the stone table, propping up her chin in thought. Her smooth face was like jade, and her small mouth was rosy and translucent, making one want to take a bite.

If Xu Sanyan were here, he might not even recognize her. This young woman was his first wife, the daughter of Prince Rui—Yang Qiyuan.

Before she even began to Cultivate, she could communicate with birds and beasts. She was born with spiritual abilities and was exceptionally intelligent. Being born in a remote place like Qi Country was truly a waste of her talent, like a pearl cast into darkness.

Later, by a twist of fate, she escaped her father's clutches and coincidentally joined Siyuan Sect, which led to her current state.

The current Yang Qiyuan was vastly different from before. Back then, she had a limp, buck teeth, and a spastic arm. Not only was her appearance unsightly, but her movements were also inconvenient.

But now, having achieved some success in her Dao Cultivation, not only has her appearance changed dramatically, but her temperament is also completely different, as if she has been reborn.

However, there was one thing Yang Qiyuan always worried about in her heart, and that was her husband, the man who had formally married her and brought her into his home.

Yet…

Her husband had committed such an evil deed.

Those were five cities, millions of people! To sacrifice them all for personal gain, what a cruel heart!

Yang Qiyuan refused to believe that this was the evil deed of her husband, thinking it must be someone with the same name.

“I want to go down the mountain to see.”

“With your Cultivation, what can you do even if you meet Xu Sanyan? Are you going to enlighten him with love? Make him abandon darkness for light?”

Fang Qingge laughed at his own words.

Yang Qiyuan stood up and left, leaving behind a voice, “I want to see if this Xu Sanyan is truly my husband…”

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“Oooooooh~~”

The loud whale cries were extremely penetrating, causing the Mist Sea to churn.

Earlier, when Xu Sanyan was fleeing, he had crossed the Mist Sea to reach Luan Yun Mountain. Because the two were not far apart, and the mist within the Mist Sea was originally supplied by “Mist Time,” as the mist from Luan Yun Mountain expanded outwards, it finally completely merged with the Mist Sea today.

Bang—

The Restriction on the outer perimeter of the Mist Sea shattered, and the surging mist scattered everywhere. Countless demons and ghosts also completely lost their restraints, wandering with the mist.

Countless monsters were hidden within the Mist Sea. They could only live within the mist. Without the mist, they were like fish out of water, unable to survive.

However, today the Mist Sea broke through its embankment, and disaster completely descended.

Deep within the Mist Sea, a pavilion inexplicably floated on the surface of the sea. Its dim red light was like hanging lanterns, flickering in and out of sight within the mist.

“Creak—”

The wooden door of the pavilion opened, revealing a delicate, fair hand. A red string was tied around the wrist, making the pale arm appear even more pristine.

“Ah… I’m suffocating. Finally, I can come out for some fresh air.”

A charming voice concealed a myriad of allure. A red dress hung half off her shoulder, revealing a rounded, full breast.

If Xu Sanyan were here, he would surely recognize this woman, for half of her toenail was still in Xu Sanyan’s possession.

She was Yu Anwei, the Grand Elder of Yaotian Holy Sect from thirty thousand years ago, the builder of the Hundred Saints Secret Realm, a survivor who successfully escaped the Heavenly Tribulation, the instigator of the Luan Yun Mountain upheaval, and the only remaining ‘Immortal’ in the current era.

The world believed that the chaos of Luan Yun Mountain was caused by Wenxian Mountain, but this was not the case.

If there had been no Wenxian Mountain, the Blood-Flesh Giant might not have appeared, but the Mist Time would not have stopped.

“Mist Time” would continuously provide mist, which would flow into the Mist Sea through her arrangements, until the Mist Sea was filled and the Restriction was broken.

Although the Blood-Flesh Giant was an accident, her goal had been achieved.

Although she still could not leave the Mist Sea, it was better than staying in the Hundred Saints Secret Realm all the time.

“Tens of thousands of years have passed. I wonder what the world is like now. I really want to go see.”

Yu Anwei murmured to herself with hopeful eyes. For such a long time, she could only learn to talk to herself to alleviate a bit of loneliness.

And a large part of her Cultivation had been lost to avoid the Heavenly Tribulation, no longer at its peak from back then.

But she was an Immortal after all. A starved camel is still bigger than a horse. Even with most of her Cultivation gone, she was still far from what ordinary people could compare to. Perhaps only the five Saints in the current era could contend with her.

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About a hundred li outside Luan Yun Mountain, there is a steep peak called “Yong Mountain.” Qidao Sect of Yong Mountain, one of the Central Continent Five Great Sects, is located here.

The once beautiful Sect gate had now become dilapidated. The stone tablet at the foot of the mountain, inscribed with “Qi Dao Sect,” had been knocked down by something unknown and remained unrepaired.

Qi Dao Sect, once one of the Five Great Sects, seemed to have become a ghost land, with only layers of mist drifting above.

When the mist swept in, Qi Dao Sect, for some unknown reason, chose to remain on Yong Mountain and did not relocate the entire Sect. Most of the Disciples within the Sect also chose to stay.

At the peak of Yong Mountain stood a grand hall. The hall had four corners with upturned eaves, ancient and majestic. The plaque above the door was inscribed with the three large characters: “Ancestral Master Hall.”

Strangely, the omnipresent mist seemed to be isolated by something, not a single wisp infiltrating the hall. Even the ghosts wandering on the mountain dared not approach the hall, as if fearing something.

Nearly a thousand Disciples of Qi Dao Sect were all hiding inside the grand hall. Everyone had their eyes closed and were holding their breath, as if Cultivating, yet there were no fluctuations of magical power around them. Instead, their faces grew paler and paler, which was extremely peculiar.

Upon closer inspection, Luo Qingwei was clearly among them.

This Ancestral Master Hall was originally supposed to enshrine the Ancestral Master’s statue, but now it was unknown where it had been discarded. In its place was a figure with its back to everyone, sitting on a lotus platform, its face difficult to discern.

However, on ‘Its’ exposed skin, there were blood-flesh pustules, bubbling and bursting like boiling white porridge, with milky white pus splattering everywhere, utterly disgusting.

Qidao Sect of Yong Mountain, a Sect known for the Righteous Path, was now a scene of indescribable strangeness.