In the midst of the mist, Li Muyang saw phantom images appearing amidst the mountains ahead, his emotions stirred.
Although the phantom was blurred, it was unmistakably Zhi Wei.
Could it be that Zhi Wei had left a message here, now coming out to guide him?
Upon realizing this, Li Muyang proceeded to move forward.
But Old Black Crow, from the mud jar, screamed in horror.
“It’s over, done for! We’ve encountered it! How unlucky are we! We’ve bumped into something we shouldn’t have.”
Old Black Crow wailed and cried, “Old master, let’s hurry and run! We’ve run into an ancient evil spirit.”
“That ghostly woman wanders here, encountering her is almost certain death!”
The wailing of Old Black Crow made Li Muyang frown.
“Have you seen this illusion before?”
Old Black Crow’s reaction was really too strange.
Wasn’t the phantom of Zhi Wei specifically waiting for him? Had it appeared before?
Old Black Crow cried out from the mud jar, “Not just me! Six unlucky fellows from the Jiang Family have also seen it!”
“Back then, the Jiang Family wanted to experiment on me, repeatedly bringing me here and throwing me into the void. The last time they came, they ran into this eerie thing.”
“They died miserably back then! Six unlucky fellows howled miserably for three days and nights, tormented to madness and finally died bleeding tears!”
“It even caused me to die once too, a death so horrific! Even worse than being thrown into the void!”
Old Black Crow wailed and cried, “You have no idea how sinister that thing is! That guy was Jiang Xiaoyu’s consort, a residual phantom spirit left by Fairy Qinghe in her later years!”
“That crazy old woman Fairy Qinghe was sinister enough in her later years, she consumed Jiang Xiaoyu alive here!”
“Even her consort couldn’t escape her murderous spree, let alone us outsiders!”
“Although this illusion doesn’t possess all of her living madness, it still embodies seventy percent of the horror. Running into her, we are nearly certain to die.”
“If you don’t flee now, no one will even be there to collect your corpse!”
Old Black Crow’s wails of horror continued, fearful that Li Muyang wouldn’t trust him, so it cried out.
“Can’t you distinguish whether my words are true or false? Hurry up and discern! Everything I’m saying is the damn truth!”
“Hurry and take me and run! If we delay any longer, it’ll be too late!”
Discerning the truth from lies was something Li Muyang had lied about to Old Black Crow.
But clearly, Old Black Crow still believed Li Muyang’s tall tales until now.
It was so anxious it nearly leaped up, its fear of Little Wild Grass was not feigned.
Yet, Li Muyang continued to drive the carriage deeper into the mist.
And this time he had a clear target, specifically heading in the direction where the phantom of Little Wild Grass had disappeared.
Not only did he not dodge and escape, but he also actively followed…
Seeing Li Muyang’s actions, Old Black Crow became desperate.
“Didn’t you fucking hear what I said?!”
Old Black Crow was so angered that the jar jumped.
But Li Muyang remained calm, “If this Fairy Qinghe is truly as fearsome, then let me meet her.”
What about eating up Jiang Xiaoyu here… Bullshit.
Jiang Xiaoyu had already been reduced to bones in the underground misty world, not even a hair remained, where would Little Wild Grass eat her?
Perhaps Old Black Crow hadn’t lied to him, but the monster’s words were obviously wrong.
Li Muyang drove the carriage, traveling through the mist.
In the mist, the phantom of the Fairy would intermittently appear ahead, indeed guiding him.
Soon, the carriage moved through the mist and entered a dark expanse of nothingness.
Here, directions were indistinguishable, not up or down, the carriage seemed to ride through void, with no sight of what lay ahead, nor of the road behind.
Endless darkness enveloped everything, but everything on the carriage remained plainly visible.
Grandpa Wu, in shock and uncertainty, asked, “What is going on? Have we entered the void? Why hasn’t the void devoured this broken carriage?”
Li Muyang stood on the carriage, quietly looking around.
He could faintly feel that a power at the end of this darkness was guiding him.
Clearly, the power of the Evil Vein Clan was at work, protecting the carriage and him, allowing unobstructed passage through the void.
After an indeterminate amount of time, the carriage finally returned to the ground.
A vast and boundless grassland appeared in their field of vision.
Under the gloomy night sky, numerous stars twinkled in the sky.
This was the resting place of the Ancestor Spirits, the Ancestor Spirit Garden of the Evil Vein Clan.
Li Muyang stepped down from the carriage, quietly surveying his surroundings.
During his last visit to the land of the Ancestor Spirits’ rest, he underwent many trials — illusions, life-and-death situations… and only after passing these trials did he enter this place.
But this time, he encountered no trials and came directly here.
Above the lush grassland, solemn and withered shadows quietly stood erect.
Those were the ancestors of the Evil Vein Clan.
And within the grass and beneath the earth, the Ancestor Spirits slept.
Dry cracks and spreading fissures were faintly visible among the lush grass.
The last time he was here, these grasses, symbols of seals, only showed some fissures.
But now, they were a complete wreck, almost entirely filled with cracks and fissures, signifying the total destruction of the Ancient Resentment Well’s seal.
Upon entering this place, Grandpa Wu, the jar demon, lost his voice.
This monster seemed to have its five senses sealed; even its breath had completely faded, almost undetectable.
The resting place of the Ancestor Spirits of the Evil Vein Clan is accessible only to the Evil Vein Clan.
A creature like Grandpa Wu entering it would only see and hear darkness.
Li Muyang threw Grandpa Wu back onto the carriage and, looking around the grassland, quickly spotted Little Wild Grass.
A blurred Fairy figure flickered through the depths of the grassland.
Chasing in that direction, Li Muyang saw the earth mound platform where he received the power of the Ancestor Spirit the last time.
Atop the three-meter-high earth mound platform, a dried-up corpse sat quietly.
The corpse hung its head low, wrapped in white cloth, its face obscured.
But Li Muyang was all too familiar with it.
Because in the secret land of the Ghost Moon Fox, a corpse just like this one also sat upon the cycle of reincarnation platform.
And the corpse on the cycle of reincarnation platform had even spoken to him!
Li Muyang had never imagined that he would encounter the same type of corpse in the Ancestor Spirit Land of the Evil Vein Clan.
His pupils abruptly constricted, incredulously taking in everything before him.
But before Li Muyang could investigate further, the white-wrapped corpse slowly raised its head and moved.
A vaguely familiar strange mist slowly emerged on the earth mound platform.
The dried-up corpse slowly stood up.
It still had its back to Li Muyang, but the voice it emitted was exactly the same as the one from the corpse he had met on the cycle of reincarnation platform.
The same deep hoarseness, grating distortion, indistinguishable between male and female, eerily familiar.
“…You’ve returned, Jiang Xiaoyu.”
The dry corpse rasped, “Welcome back, but it seems you’ve seen me elsewhere, haven’t you?”
The dry corpse said, “Did it tell you that the Earth is a land of misfortune?”
The words of the dry corpse made Li Muyang’s pupils sharply constrict.
Earth…?