933 The Prisoner In The Belly Of The Mountain (1/2)
Dong Qitian felt somewhat dejected.
I was such a reputable figure back in my day… Just because I stopped appearing in the mortal world for a while, no one speaks of me anymore. How can this world be so cruel?
Thus, he initiated the proper, procedural matters with a glum sigh and took his oath, an oath to be acknowledged by the heavens.
Dong Qitian pledged his oath, feeling dispirited. It was followed by a sudden strike of lightning, indicating that the oath had been acknowledged by God's will.
At this point, Yun Yang finally relaxed.
Since God's will of this realm had already acknowledged it, it proved that this name was not feigned. This was something he could put his trust in.
If that was the case, there was nothing more to worry about.
Yun Yang rested for a bit more to allow his body to regain its peak condition. Then, he got to work.
Initially, he thought that employing his earthen abilities would be the best and most convenient way to get the job done. However, the severe injuries he sustained earlier had not yet healed completely.
Although his movement speed was back to normal, his mystical Qi, deific consciousness and strength were still at their weakest. That was the reason why Yun Yang was making very slow progress.
Thankfully, Dong Qitian was not in a hurry. He did not urge him to pick up the pace but waited patiently instead. He even managed to start up a conversation with Yun Yang while he waited for Yun Yang to dig his way into wherever he was.
”How's the situation out there?”
”Same old.”
”Same old?”
”The mountains are still green, the waters are still emerald, the martial world is still a dog-eat-dog world. You've got to compromise — you can't always do as you wish. Didn't I mention this before? ” Yun Yang summarized the current state of affairs concisely.
”Nonsense!”
Dong Qitian was already reeling with anger. That little bastard out there could truly spout words that would anger him to no end.
”Hey, you seem to have been here for a good few years already, but I was the only person you've bumped into? Why didn't you let someone else save you? The conditions you offered are sure to touch a few men's hearts, right?” Yun Yang asked.
”Someone else?” Dong Qitian snorted with disdain. ”Do you think this is a place where anybody can simply stroll into?”
”What do you mean?”
”I mean… You're the only person that could make your way here after all these years!” Dong Qitian was overflowing with resentment as he explained his predicament.
That was his original plan — to hope for help when somebody arrived and get himself out of here.
However, after all these years, the people he could sense within range that were coming close to him would mysteriously disappear, or go around him completely…
In other words, before Yun Yang, there was nobody else that came near this mountain!
Yun Yang was stumped and caught by surprise when he heard this. This sounded completely outrageous!
Dong Qitian had confirmed this several times — there were no restrictive hexes or concealed formations contained within the surroundings of this mountain. Whatever bizarre forces there may be, there was none of it!
However, why could others not make their way here after all these years?
This was a matter he simply could not wrap his mind around!
Whenever Dong Qitian pondered about this question, he would wonder about another; How long have I been sealed here?
Has it only been ten years or so… it seems unlikely!
Occasionally, he would force himself to shut off his outward-scouting deific consciousness. He isolated himself from the world to meditate and cultivate in silence, and a self-imposed exile like this would easily take up ten years or more. Sometimes, even a light nap would take up quite some time…
Then, there was also his dedication to the study of his martial craft. He had studied every move and stroke meticulously, fussing over the tiniest, insignificant details and eliminating the tiniest flaws… The time taken up by this had slipped away like sand in an hourglass.