Chapter 48: The Mountain of Abysmal Silence

  Deep hatred, boundless hatred.

  Hatred for the great way, hatred for life, hatred for one's own mission.

  Resentment towards one's own dark and hopeless fate.

  Boundless resentment.

  The quiet sky was slowly refining the residual soul's spirit, but this hatred couldn't merge with itself, lacking a sense of resentment. Its own cultivation suppressed the opponent, and facing its powerful divine consciousness, it couldn't stir up any waves, and would slowly refine the opponent's thoughts, perhaps merging them. In the end, whether or not it could become its own deity remained to be seen.

  Youming Mountain is located in the central part of Youming Land, a high mountain with a height of over one million meters and a circumference of over ten thousand miles. The mountain body is surrounded by endless devilish fog, and it is said that there are dangers everywhere inside Youming Mountain, and it is not allowed to enter at will! Where exists the most evil ghost in this world, Skull. They are the bandits of Youming Land.

  The heavens are cold and mocking, a group of resentful spirits, that's all. The strongest in this world is the ghost fairy, at least for now, no one has discovered it yet. Those powerful existences have not been born yet, they just temporarily handed over this world to some jumping clowns.

  The dragon looked at this desolate mountain, a shocking feeling surged up in his heart, and that kind of awe-inspiring thought.

  Lofty and full of eerie illusions; majestic and filled with a sense of mystery.

  Ji Tian stood at the foot of the mountain, gazing up at the towering You Ming Mountain, its rugged rocks a blur as he carefully observed the constantly shifting magical mist, whose transformations seemed to hold a strange and wondrous power.

  Lost, lost in it.

  An evil spirit howls, a wicked thought pulls itself into a strange space - a haunted house-like space, with waves of yin energy trembling in front of it.

  In the center of the house, a black canopy was set up, like a mourning hall, eerie and terrifying. On both sides of the wall, many ominous and terrifying evil spirits were painted, which made people feel chilled to the bone due to their vivid depiction.

  The most terrifying thing is that in the house, a tall and large headless evil spirit is still standing, with a broken skull, a ferocious face, and black magic gas flowing out, suspended in mid-air, spitting out half of its blood-red tongue...

  That was an incredibly powerful demon, and in front of him, he was just a weak little soul. Ji Tian felt a sense of powerlessness.

  That evil spirit stretched out its blood-stained palm to slap itself, and the ugly ghost face with a hanging tongue opened its big mouth to devour itself.

  Ji Tian faced the palm that was slapped towards himself and instinctively retreated. The wide open mouth suddenly swallowed its own yuan Shen.

  He closed his eyes, flailing his arms wildly, and at the critical moment, he finally used his arm to support that smelly big mouth. A feeling of suffocation rushed up to his heart, along with fear. He shook his head, how did he feel fear? This shouldn't be happening, was this a hidden fear deep within himself?

  Even the thought of fear can only become my nourishment, Ji Tian tore apart the huge mouth that swallowed itself with force, looking at the palm as big as a millstone, a long sword condensed in his hand and stabbed fiercely, thousands of sword auras slashing away.

  Jing Tian felt a sudden darkness in front of him, and the scene before his eyes changed. The huge palm, evil spirit, and haunted house all disappeared. But he had already entered the belly of Youming Mountain, when just now he was clearly at the foot of the mountain. It was as if it happened in the blink of an eye.

  The mysterious Nether Mountain. Perhaps there are no evil spirits, just an illusion, a fearful illusion, all of which are one's own fearful illusions come to life.

  Death energy, as he climbed up the quiet sky, he felt a strong death energy.

  A black skull emerged from the depths of the dark soil, its bony claws grasping the primordial spirit of the silent sky.

  A majestic and powerful sound, "I didn't expect such a strong soul, I love it the most in the Great Wilderness."

  He gazed at the enormous skull in front of him, a gigantic human-like head, the skeleton of a giant dragon. Was it still an illusion? He felt a strong aura of death emanating from it, as if it was a condensation of death itself.

  The power of the primordial spirit was stirred up by the rotation of the celestial heavens, and a fierce surge of spiritual energy burst forth, instantly shattering the skeletal hand of the great wasteland's skull.

  The Great Desolate Corpse became enraged, a reassembled skeletal claw shot towards Ji Tian.

  Ji Tian swung his right arm, and a huge palm also slapped towards the skull.

  A loud "crash" sound, and the giant was directly smashed into the mountain, leaving only an arm sticking out. The skull didn't fare any better, its entire skeleton unable to withstand the force of the impact, instantly shattering into pieces. Those shattered bones scattered all over the ground, and from the black skull came a resentful roar, a strange power fluctuation, and the skull reformed into a Skull Monster once again.

  If you can't be defeated at once, then I'll shatter your skeleton piece by piece and see how you reassemble. Ji Tian emerged from the mud, holding a black long sword, with an aura of slaughter covering the entire blade.

  Jitian swung his sword at the joints of the skull, his swift and invisible figure flashing by, the entire skull was about to shatter into fragments.

  "A Heavenly Seal" emerged from a palm, continuously shrinking, and the lines of heaven and earth that he sensed appeared on his palm.

  Innumerable skeletons were constantly crawling, wanting to reassemble, but were slapped down by that palm covering the sky.

  The giant skull let out a loud roar and raised one of its fingers towards the Heavenly Seal.

  Ji Tian sneered coldly. Useless. His own Heavenly Seal was heavier than a thousand jun, and you think your cobbled-together body can withstand it?

  The Heavenly Seal came crashing down, the finger pointing at the Divine Sense suddenly shattered, and the entire skull was pressed into the ground by the Heavenly Seal, with a continuous cracking sound.

  A resentful roar echoed down from above, "Why, why can't my divine bones withstand your handprint?"

  The entire Youming Mountain shook, and huge cracks spread across the mountain body. However, the magic cloud layer after layer shook, and the entire mountain body recovered as before. Only the big pit that was smashed out was still slowly shrinking.

  Ji Tian looked at the constantly healing cracks, and in this desolate place, there was a strange power that could repair itself. Once the power of his own Heavenly Seal dissipated, this large pit would definitely be quickly repaired.

  The entire pit was filled with shattered bones, all of which were the remains of the Great Desolate Skull. However, there were a few pieces that were unusual - finger bones that slowly rose up and emitted a soft, black glow. Wherever the black light reached, broken skeletons were constantly being repaired, and the Great Desolate Skull reassembled once again.

  "It's useless, I am one with this desolate mountain, you can't destroy me."

  Ji Tian gazed at the constantly reorganizing skeleton and slashed out sword auras, chopping towards that cluster of black mist.

  That dark fog was too powerful, and it deflected his sword energy to one side.

  Could it be Pangu's relic bones? That's impossible, or else why wouldn't there be any reaction from his own relic bones?

  The quiet heavenly movement of the original spirit, striking out the divine consciousness, carefully exploring that cluster of black fog, inside which there is a thread of life.

  At this time, the golden great hall in the quiet Tian's sea of consciousness transmitted a divine consciousness, "Quiet Tian, I felt it. The entire mountain retains the aura of Pangu, but it is being suppressed by a powerful force of creation. The remains of the great god Pangu were refined into this tall mountain body by this creative force. We're too late."

  "Is there really no way out for us?"

  A faint and desolate voice said, "It's too late, it's too late. I didn't think that only two of us would be left in the world - a finger bone, a broken arm bone... Haha, is this fate? Ten thousand years have passed, yet nothing has changed."

  Ji Tian felt a kind of desolation, a deep and profound sorrow. The shattered remains of Pangu's right arm were also found by the Heavenly Way, forming this hundred-million-zhang-high Youming Mountain. Why did it just leave two pieces behind?

  Is it the so-called heavenly way to leave a thread of life for all living beings, and the future situation depends on one's own creation? At this time, the residual soul and hatred in the sea of recognition suddenly became strong.

  A powerful force is constantly impacting the golden cage that confines it.

  "In the golden great hall, a roar came forth, 'I am so resentful, the heavens are unjust.'"

  "Bad!" Ji Tian exclaimed in great shock, constantly using his soul power to suppress the rampaging resentment and some deranged residual souls.

  That skull reassembled into a piece, forming that strange and desolate giant skull. The giant skull looked at Ji Tian who was still in a daze, and slapped down with one claw.

  Black claws mixed with endless strong winds, falling heavily down.

  A loud dragon's roar. A dragon tail heavily slapped onto a bony claw.

  Two black strong winds formed waves, spreading from the central zone to both sides, and suddenly many broken rocks were scattered.

  The demon dragon had just overcome his fear and arrived at the mountain belly, where he saw the ambushing Great Desolate Skull.

  "Despicable skull, you actually launched a sneak attack. You've disgraced the face of our skulls."

  That giant skull let out a loud roar, "He doesn't even know how to resist, what business is it of mine? This is the mountain ridge I guard."

  The demon dragon sneered: "You, with this little strength, are still a guardian, haha, too rubbish."

  "You dare to mock me? You will become a part of my undead army!"

  "Summoning the army of the dead", wailing and howling, like a summons from the depths of the underworld, like an evil melody summoning lost souls.

  At this time, countless skulls were stirring, tens of millions of bony claws waving as they crawled out from the black soil and rocks...

  White skulls seemed countless, and one glance couldn't see the end of them.

  "A group of insignificant fish, with fragile bodies,"

  A loud dragon's roar, a powerful sonic wave suddenly shattered many of the skulls that had rushed forward.

  Stretched out dragon claws gently picked up a skull and put it in the dragon's mouth, crunching and crushing with a "kacha kacha" sound.

  One by one, skeletal shadows rose to the sky and pounced on the still bewildered Ji Tian. The demonic dragon raised a pair of dark claws and slapped down fiercely.

  "You're not even worth looking at."

  That great wasteland skull stared at its own army of vengeful spirits without any use, suddenly enraged and jumping into a rage.

  "The Prison of Souls" can't kill you, then it will trap you to death.

  Skulls scattered all over the ground turned into segments of skeletal arms and bodies, which then surrounded the Silent Heavenly Demon Dragon.