Chapter 273 - Thousand Summits Mountain (2/2)

Tianyi Zi’s brows were deeply furrowed. “The spatial collapse will result in the disorientation of time and space. Those caught in it might be transported to another time. They could very likely be sent to the past or the future.”

Perfected Immortal Qing Chen frowned. “Can you please elaborate, Perfected Immortal Tianyi Zi?”

Tianyi Zi replied, “If a person is sent to the past, he’ll vanish from his original timeline forever. There might also be two of the same person existing at the same time in the past. If a person is sent to the future, every one of us here will forget about him and will only meet him in the future.”

Everyone frowned. Seeing as they could still remember Xiao Chen and the rest, it meant that they weren’t sent to the future. Tianyi Zi continued, “There’s another possibility other than the disorientation of time. If a person has a magic treasure or some other trick up his sleeve, he might be transported to another location during the spatial collapse. This is the best-case scenario.”

Of course, that scenario was everyone’s ideal scenario. Another seven days passed. Tianyuan City remained shrouded in fluttering snow. Seven hundred miles to the west of the city was the Forest of Illusory Moon.

The forest also covered a continuous snow mountain range, where the icecaps remained all year round. It was called the Thousand Summits Mountain for its numerous peaks and endless mountains that spanned across several large and small states.

Many smaller sects established themselves under the Thousand Summits Mountain. They remained obscure, unlike large sects that everyone knew of, like the Xianyong Sect, Jade Qing Sect, and Divine Mist Sect. Wang Luo was a Foundation Building Realm disciple of one of these small sects.

This was his tenth day on the Thousand Summits Mountain. Standing amidst the snowstorm, he was like a lost traveler. The rain of snow swiftly covered the trail of footprints he left behind.

However, there was a joyous and hopeful smile on his face. He clutched the brocaded pouch on his waist and muttered to himself, “With this Snow Demon Internal Elixir, I’ll definitely be able to enter the Lv 7 of the Foundation Building Realm. Junior Sister won’t look down on me anymore. Hehe…”

The Internal Elixir was something he fought with his life for when he encountered a Snow Demon two days ago. He looked at the endless summits. “I’m bringing back a snow lotus herb for Junior Sister. If she’s happy enough, she might just agree to marry me. I’ll bring up the marriage with Master when I get back. Hehe…”

Wang Luo hailed from an impoverished family. His parents were killed by a village tyrant who colluded with the authorities. Fortunately for him, the Leader of the Ziyang Sect brought him back to the sect. Still, his talent was just average and he dithered in the mid-stage of the Foundation Building Realm for the past ten more years.

Even so, he dreamed of marrying the Sect Leader’s daughter, Zi Sha. Little did he imagine that she wouldn’t even give him the time of the day. She had sent him on an errand to find the snow lotus herb as an excuse to send him away. To be frank, she would rather he died on the mountain lest he should bring her any more trouble in the future.

Wang Luo reached the summit of the mountain after four hours. He nearly slipped and fell off the precipice several times but he ultimately managed to grab the snow lotus herb that was swaying gently in the cold wind.

“Hehe, Junior Sister Zi Sha. Wait for me. I’m coming back…”

On his way down the mountain, he was filled with delusions about the future. Suddenly, a peal of mocking laughter rang out behind him. “Junior Brother Wang.”

Wang Luo’s expression turned solemn and he immediately spun around. He raised his guard the moment he saw the man in white in front of him. “Mo Hengyu! Why are you following me?”

The handsome man was his Eldest Senior Brother who had entered the peak of the Foundation Building Realm. No one in the sect dared to defy him. Mo Hengyu chuckled and said, “Give me the demon’s pill and snow lotus herb.”

Wang Luo tightened his grip over his bosom. “I nearly lost my life for this! Why should I give it to you?”

“Because I’m your Eldest Senior Brother!” Mo Hengyu narrowed his eyes and walked over to him.

Wang Luo immediately retreated. Under the weight of the peak of the Foundation Building Realm aura, even breathing felt stunted. He said in a trembling voice, “What, what are you trying to do? I’ll give it to you, alright?!” He then tossed Mo Hengyu the case holding the snow lotus herb and the pouch.

Mo Hengyu chuckled. “That’s what I want to hear. But you must keep this to yourself. In particular, you mustn’t let Junior Sister Zi Sha and Master find out.”

His Eldest Senior Brother was so much stronger than him that Wang Luo had no choice but to endure this injustice. He swore that he would one day trample Mo Hengyu under his feet. He said earnestly, “I’ll keep this a secret…”

Before he could finish, he felt a chill in the pit of his stomach. Blood began pouring out of his wound. “Mo Hengyu, you…”

Mo Hengyu retrieved his sword and flashed him a cold smile. “Only the dead won’t talk. I can’t believe rubbish like you think you can marry my Junior Sister Zi Sha. Don’t worry. They’ll find your body in a few days…”

Wang Luo crashed to the ground. He stared as Mo Hengyu left, his eyes filled with resentment. His blood had dyed the snow around him red. The moment before death approached, he was still muttering his Junior Sister’s name.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the summit, a pale-looking youngster collapsed amid the snow. The snow and wind had nearly concealed him in white. Next to him was a leopard cat with a Lingzhi plant growing out of its head.

Suddenly, the youngster sat up and yelled, “Xin’er! Xin’er!”

The youngster was Xiao Chen. His yelling woke Zhiluan up. “Meow! Did this great one die?”