Chapter 1206 The Growing Mountain (2/2)

Han Sen, witnessing Bao'er's fearless approach, decided to follow. There didn't seem to be any harm in doing so, after all. The purple light-flickering mist that cloaked the top of the mountain was very thick, though. Bao'er was hasty in her ascent, and she went into the mist without waiting for Han Sen. When she was inside, she could not be seen.

Han Sen, seeing her disappear, quickly called out, ”Slow down! We should go together.”

But Han Sen's face immediately turned ugly when he realized he could not hear what he had just spoken aloud.

Han Sen quickly re-activated his dongxuan aura. Aside from what his naked eyes could see, it was of little help. He couldn't sense Bao'er's presence or anything. So he walked faster to try to reach her. Eventually, Bao'er returned, coming out of the purple mist with a visible look of confusion.

Han Sen picked her up and told her, ”You should stick with me.”

But again, Han Sen could not hear himself speak those words. It was as if a noise-canceling dome had been established, circling the whole mountain. It was impossible for someone to make a noise, it appeared.

Bao'er could understand what Han Sen wished to speak, though, and then she said, ”There is something here, but I cannot find it.”

Han Sen was shocked at his ability to understand her, also. It was if he had heard what she said, even though he actually hadn't heard what she said.

”What is it?” Han Sen asked.

”Treasure,” Bao'er answered.

”What treasure?” Han Sen's interest spiked, and he knew he had come to the right place. If Bao'er said there was treasure, you could bet your bottom beast soul there would be.

But Bao'er shook her head then, strangely. She signaled she did not know what sort of treasure they'd be after. There was treasure, but its nature was a mystery even to her. Han Sen knew if she had seen the treasure, she wouldn't have come back with such an obvious look of confusion.

Han Sen looked up towards the purple mist, and he noticed it was beginning to descend to swallow the rest of the mountain. From a slow roll, it quickly picked up like the ravenous tumble of an avalanche. It looked as if it wished to swallow the entire world below.

When it passed the halfway point of the mountain, though, it slowed down. And when it reached Han Sen's position, it had resumed the gradual descent he had first witnessed.

Han Sen did not sense anything coming from the mist. He could not detect the presence of any power—benevolent or malevolent—and neither could his ordinary senses pick up anything. No sound had been heard in quite a while, either.

As Han Sen observed this strange phenomenon, the noise started up again. It was a crude sound, one that made him picture the hewing of rocks. Each sound was accompanied by an angry roar. But then, it suddenly stopped again. It was as if an earplug had fallen out and hastily been re-plugged.

Then, something came out of the mist.

If there had been fighting up there, it could have been just a rock. But when Han Sen saw what tumbled out of the mist, he was quite shocked.