Chapter 47 Entering the Mountain

  Jiulong Mountain Range, Ding Yanfei retreated and drew a talisman, merging it into the air. In an instant, withered vines burst out of thin air and wrapped around the white python. At the same time, Ding Yan's right hand flipped again, drawing another brown talisman.

  Two talismans were struck in succession, and Ding Yan's left palm faced the ground with his five fingers gathered. After a while, it seemed that a thread of breath surged out of his palm and was absorbed into his body, and then infused into the talisman.

  In the void, the might of the talisman surged again.

  The withered wisteria entwined, once again restrained the white python that was about to burst out of the water.

  However, the white python's strength was astonishing, and the withered vines that bound him only lasted for less than one or two breaths before being shaken off, the broken withered vines scattered all over the ground.

  Just as the white python was about to pounce on Ding Yan again, a brown talisman suddenly enlarged above its head, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a small mountain-sized object. The mysterious symbols on it flickered with a dim gray light, emitting a thick and heavy aura.

  "Earth Trigram, Suppress!"

  Ding Yan's right hand moves forward, pressing down on empty space.

  Roar!!

  The white python roared in anger, its massive body was actually suppressed by the talisman, and it was knocked into the water again.

  Taking advantage of the brief interval, Ding Yan did not hesitate and jumped into the air above the lake. With one hand, he grasped the lotus leaf wrapped peach along with the lotus leaf and put it all in his sleeve. After doing all this, Ding Yan didn't stay for a moment and directly flew towards the direction of Daxue Mountain...

  His goal was just for this spiritual medicine, and he wouldn't be foolish enough to fight the white python to the death. Taking advantage of the brief interval when the white python was knocked back into the water, Ding Yan didn't hesitate at all, directly picking up the spiritual medicine before leaving.

  This process, simple to say, is actually extremely difficult. First of all, the strength of Bai Mang is already there, and without the Scattered Immortal Realm, it's not possible to obtain the spiritual medicine, let alone take it back. Moreover, it's a matter of technique. If Ding Yan wasn't proficient in both types of talismans and successfully borrowed the power of the surrounding environment to increase the talisman's strength, he wouldn't have been able to successfully knock Bai Mang back into the pool and obtain this thread of opportunity.

  At the moment when Ding Yan left the range of Shui Tang, the water on the surface of the lake seemed to explode.

  Innumerable water splashes flew away.

  A furious roar of the white python came from behind.

  Ding Yan heard the sound and his face changed color, his footsteps quickened.

  The white python left the lake surface, exuding a strange aura. After identifying the scent, it chased in the direction Ding Yan escaped without hesitation.

  For this spiritual herb, it has been guarding for nearly a hundred years. Now that it was snatched away from under its eyes, how could it not be enraged?

  The white python moved at an extremely fast speed, and wherever it passed, the ground would leave a scorched mark, as if it had been burned by fire. At a glance, it was clear that this demon's entire body was highly toxic, not a scattered immortal body, touching it would mean instant death.

  After a short while, Ding Yan had already seen the giant mountain in front of him.

  The massive mountain was shrouded in a layer of fog, and only the faint outline could be seen, with only a broken stone path visible at the foot of the mountain.

  "How can there be a road?" Ding Yan's eyes flashed.

  Just then, the roar from behind came again, followed by a gust of foul and gloomy wind.

  His words changed color, and he couldn't help but think deeply, and with a sudden movement, he stepped into the range of the stone mountain.

  The white python saw the situation and pounced forward, but when it approached the stone mountain, it suddenly stopped. The huge snake eyes looked at the stone mountain in front of it, flashing a thread of fear, but also some reluctance to part with the spiritual medicine that had been guarding for a hundred years. It anxiously walked around the original place for a while, and the huge snake tail angrily slapped the surrounding rocks, splashing up piles of broken stones, as if these stones were the humans who took away its spiritual medicine.

  Don't mention the white python's struggle.

  After stepping into the stone mountain, Ding Yan only felt a dizziness in front of his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself entering a hazy world. He couldn't see where the previous stone steps were at all.

  "After we entered the Daxian Mountain, it was as if we had walked into another world. Everywhere was shrouded in mist. I was walking at the back then and saw with my own eyes how the Wine Master brothers in front of me gradually turned into dry corpses until their life breath completely disappeared..."

  Ding Yan's eyes flashed with a hint of solemnity as he recalled the words of that ascetic from Zhao Guo.

  "There must be unknown dangers within the Da Yun Mountain, it's just..." As he pondered, Ding Yan took out a worn-out skull from his sleeve.

  A faint, weak spiritual energy flowed along the fissure on the skull's parietal bone, and in an instant, a faint glimmer flashed across the two eye sockets of the skull. Then, from the left eye socket, a 'Dao' character shot out.

  This skull is the nameless treasure that Ding Yan snatched from Xing Lao's hands. The character that shot out of its eye sockets, Ding Yan also discovered this secret not long ago when he accidentally tried to probe it.

  It was precisely this discovery that made Ding Yan decide to come to Dayan Mountain!

  Because the character reflected in the eye socket of the skull does not exist in the Eastern Territory, it can even be said that this font fundamentally does not exist in this world.

  That is the world where Ding Yan cultivated in his past life, and it's the only place where you can find such texts!

  "Some things can't be avoided."

  Dispersing his strength, Ding Yan put the skull back into his sleeve.

  It's not time to study this treasure yet.

  He tread carefully, and after walking a few steps, Ding Yan discovered that due to the surrounding fog, he couldn't feel his own movement at all, and even felt a sense of loss. Gradually, a warm feeling filled his heart...

  He suddenly woke up with a start and stopped in his tracks, with a few beads of cold sweat seeping out from his forehead.

  "What a strange place!"

  If he had woken up a little later, Ding Yan would have probably ended up like Zhao Guo's fellow disciple, losing his way in the Tao and disappearing without realizing it.

  After realizing that the fog could affect people's minds, Ding Yan stopped walking randomly and sat down, picked up a withered branch, and started drawing. These diagrams were the general direction of the mountain trend that Ding Yan had seen in the air before, as well as the specific distribution of the fog.

  In Ding Yan's view, this place should not have been formed naturally, if he was not mistaken, it should be some kind of formation. As a cultivator who had practiced for thousands of years in his past life, Ding Yan also had some knowledge about formations.

  The ultimate principle is one, the tactics of the world may change in countless ways, but all changes do not depart from their fundamental nature. Ding Yan's insight at this time was that he was in the formation and quickly inferred a clue with the help of his previous observations.

  After a long time, Ding Yan dropped the branch and a hint of enlightenment flashed in his eyes. "This place is indeed dangerous, but it's not completely hopeless. As the saying goes, 'Heaven will not cut off the path of a man', that Zhao Guo cultivator must have inadvertently stepped onto this path to survive."

  As for Xing Lao Guai, Ding Yan didn't even consider this person at all.

  Because that person was just an ordinary mortal martial artist, there was no existence of yuanqi in his body at all. If he was lucky enough not to encounter the demon cultivators from the Nine Dragon Mountains outside, it was still possible for him to leave or escape.