206 Behind the Mountain, Behind the Fence (2/2)

The young girls of the Great River Kingdom completely ignored the leader's objections. In their view, their master had put this senior brother from the Academy in charge so all they needed to do was obey his order. What else was there to consider? As long as they could enter the Wilderness safely and return happily, they didn't care if the Divine Hall would be angry.

Though the Wilderness had already entered winter, the weather hadn't turned too cold. The withered grasses and branches covered in snow were dreary, it was still an interesting journey for the girls from the south.

Ning Que had never been to this side of the Wilderness east of Min Mountain, but he can't say he was intrigued by the scenery or journey. Guiding, searching places to stay in, observing the wind direction, and examining animal feces were all things he had done countless times.

Most of the time, he rode his large, black horse slowly and freely. The reins and bridle of his horse were special and allowed it to freely graze the grasses. Ning Que's body and soul were special too. During this boring journey, his body and soul felt the cold heaven and earth and sought inspirations to break the realm.

Occasionally, he would take Cat Girl to hunt some sheep to improve their lifestyle.

What a great winter view in the Wilderness!

What a great journey in the Wilderness!

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Before and after Ning Que and his companions entered this Wilderness, there were many more powerful people from the Central Plains who came to this mysterious and strange area. Among them were martial masters from the frontier of Tang Imperial, monks from the White Tower Temple of the Yuelun Kingdom, students from the Sword Garret of the South Jin Kingdom, and cold-blooded executioners from the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall.

Naturally, Prince Long Qing was ranked top among those powerful people, standing on the edge of Knowing Destiny State. No one where he was, what view was he seeing, and what was on his mind at this moment.

Yet few people knew the true controller of the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall who had oppressed Prince Long Ling to the point of suffocation had already entered the Wilderness alone under the order of the Great Divine Priest of Judgment a few months ago.

Recognized as the most hardworking cultivator with the most lethal fighting capabilities among the three Tao Addicts in the world, Ye Hongyu was now standing at the top of a white-cloth curtain in the meadow by the Left-tent Palace. She stared north at the night sky without any emotion. Nobody knew what she was thinking about at the moment, but it was most definitely not about Prince Long Qing or her other subordinates.

Let us rewind to the time when she had just left the Peach Mountain of the West Hill a few months ago.

Ye Hongyu's red dress was like a fire cloud floating out of a majestic temple.

The Great Divine Priest of Judgment sat on a throne made entirely of the South Sea dark jade with an indifferent expression. He slowly turned his gaze from the pearl curtain and closed his eyes, asking in a low voice, ”How is the Great Divine Priest of Light?”

When the subordinate divine priest heard the name, his body suddenly stiffened and he bowed his head to reply, ”Like usual. He recites the classic doctrine each day. From the looks of it… there's nothing different.”

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The Peach Mountain of the West Hill was also called the God Mountain. The sun shone brightly on its southside, with blooming peach flowers all over. Peach trees grew along its cliff, making the temple seem tall, magnificent, and splendid.

Yet the north side was a steep cliff. The huge smooth stones looked like they were hacked by God because they had no cracks nor soil. Never mind peach flowers, not even wild grasses could survive here.

While the wild grasses with the most tenacious vitality couldn't root themselves here, humans could.

Countless years ago, some Haotian Taoism fanatics used an original method to open up several steep paths with their bare hands. During this process, innumerable people fell off the cliff and died. Not even their dead bodies were found, but they finally achieved what they wanted to do. Maybe that was why humans were superior to other creatures in this world.

The middle-aged subordinate divine priest slowly traveled the steep stone path. The huge rock face was like a declining sky standing beside him and giving him great pressure. He could still stand tall before the God of Great Divine Priest of Judgment, yet he was completely bent over now, like an ant crawling on the path.

After walking down the path for a long time, the divine priest finally arrived at a place deep inside the Peach Mountain that was surrounded by clouds and fog all year round. Sunshine couldn't penetrate the fog and people couldn't see their fingers. All they could do was feel the moisture in the environment and listen to the sound of water without knowing where the sound came from.

Deep into the fog, there was a door. The divine priest kept silent for a moment in front of the door before pushing it and entering.

A dark world stood behind the door. A faint smell of blood drifted through the dry passage. Dim light spilled on the iron wall, lending a mysterious and strange quality to the beautiful and complicated Fu characters.

This was the You Prison, a place most Haotian believers had never even heard of. It was a place to lock up remnants of Evil's Doctrine followers and those considered as blasphemous sinners by the West-Hill Divine Palace. Only those whose sins were so terrible that they couldn't be purified by the holy fire were qualified to be locked up here.

The Haotian Taoism Divine Hall was built on the Peach Mountain. During its existence, no one could escape once they were put in the You Prison. Those powerful enough to escape wouldn't be arrested in the first place and those who couldn't escape had to be separated from light, spending the rest of their lives being miserable and helpless in the dark.

The divine priest lowered his head and silently walked through the dim passage. He walked for a long time, long enough to think the passage was endless. He thought he was going through the whole mountain when a wood fence showed up in front of him.

This wood fence appeared very ordinary. It wasn't made of rare materials or had a Fu written by a Divine Talisman Master on it. The distance between each plank was so wide that a person could almost walk through it.

Yet it was a wood fence like this that had imprisoned a certain someone for 14 years.

The divine priest lifted his robe and knelt down in front of the fence. He kowtowed to the old man with thin and long hair behind the fence three times. With a trembling voice, he said, ”Greetings, Great Divine Priest.”

The old man behind the fence was reciting from a classic volume of Haotian in his hand when he heard a voice. He turned around.

The old man had bony cheeks and a peaceful expression, his eyes sunk in and full of holy brilliance, a brilliance which was peaceful and pure. His eyes had no darkness as if he could see through everything in the world and the deeply hidden darkness in everyone's facade. His eyes were so very bright.