Chapter 27: Clouds Deep in the Mountains, Remains of a Relic

  The Desolate Land is not a paradise, there are many rare and beautiful fairylands, flocks of celestial birds and beasts, as well as famous mountains and rivers with beautiful scenery. But more often, it's like the vast and desolate mountains, evil waters, ghosts, monsters and demons.

  Zhang Zilong took Mei on a tour, and the two of them strolled around during the day, admiring the beautiful scenery. At night, they would sneak into a small, exquisite flying palace, doing things that were not suitable for children or the elderly. The details of their romantic escapades are too delicate to describe, but suffice it to say that every morning, the young master would emerge looking refreshed and full of energy, while Chang'e would always appear with a hint of fatigue and shyness.

  However, Yaoji's affairs have always made him worried, hoping that everything would be like in the myths, Yang Jia... Alas! Thinking of Yang Jia, the prince became exceptionally uneasy. There was no way around it; in any era, people are judged by their appearance. If Yang Jia were to become a male concubine or something, he might have been able to make a name for himself, but relying on his slender arms to split open the massive Peach Mountain was just not reliable...

  Forget it, Zhang Zilong shook his head and swept away that lovely face that made him feel a chill on his back.

  "What's wrong?" The Chang'e sitting on one side playing the guqin, seeing her husband suddenly shaking his head violently, thought she had played a wrong note.

  Zhang Zilong smiled: "Nothing, just thinking of some things, feeling very troublesome."

  Chang'e nodded lightly and didn't ask any more questions, continuing to play that melody like a clear spring.

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  Desolate mountain, hum, it's those two again, a zombie duo of A and B levels.

  Since the last time Pan Wang's good friend, Wu Zhike, was killed, these years have been relatively calm for the zombie tribe in Mangshan. The two finally realized that even though it wasn't the ancient era where gods roamed freely, they still couldn't do as they pleased. So, Pan Wang, who was used to enduring, waved his hand and ordered all the zombies to continue pretending to be dead!

  But it wasn't that they withered away, and no one remembered them. Instead, a magnificent palace floating in the clouds slowly came to a stop above the vast mountains. Outside the palace stood a young man of extraordinary bearing. Upon closer inspection, his face was as white as jade, and he wore a long white robe with golden trim that fluttered in the wind. At his waist hung a small, delicate purple jade gourd. He was none other than Zhang Zilong, the Crown Prince of Heaven and future ruler of the Three Realms.

  "Ugh... The desolate wilderness still has a place like this, what a heavy stench of rotting corpses!" Zhang Zilong carefully surveyed the vast and majestic mountain range that stretched for millions of miles, feeling as if he had arrived at a human hell.

  "Hey, wife! I'll go scout ahead, you stay here and don't come out, the scenery isn't great."

  Chang'e felt a sense of eeriness on this journey, the closer she got to Mangcang Mountain, the more desolate the vast land became. At times, she could see hundreds of thousands of dead skulls, and she couldn't take it anymore. Upon hearing this, she nodded repeatedly: "Be careful, come back early."

  Zhang Zilong waved his arm: "Don't worry, with your husband's skills, even a saint would have to shed their skin to keep me here. These demons and monsters are no match for me."

  The Primordial Heavenly Lord in the distant Kunlun Mountains hastily waved the ancient banner, confusing the heavenly mechanism. A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead. This broken-down Jade Dragon has no control over his mouth!

  Zhang Zilong's words had barely left his mouth when he realized he was being too loud, and quickly covered it with his hand. His eyes rolled around in circles as he felt the heavenly secrets being disturbed, and only then did he let out a sigh of relief. He bowed towards the direction of Mount Kunlun, thinking to himself that with his master's protection, everything would be alright. Little did he know, however, that the Primordial Heavenly Lord had already begun planning how to deal with this unruly disciple...

  Mang Cang Mountain, as its name suggests, is a mountain range that is entirely majestic and vast.

  Zhang Zilong had just stepped into the vast and desolate mountain, when he felt the sky spinning and the earth turning. The scenery that was still somewhat passable at first suddenly turned gray and hazy, with no signs of life around him. Even the dense forest, which seemed to have withered for millions of years, stood motionless.

  Corpses were scattered all over the ground, a nauseating stench of rot filled the air, causing Zhang Zilong to feel a wave of nausea. He quickly adjusted his breathing and used the Taixi technique to recover somewhat. He spat out a mouthful of saliva with great force, cursing in his heart.

  Fortunately, Emperor Yan of Yandu was in charge of the underworld, and he had seen many disgusting things, so this small stimulation was still tolerable.

  Quietly sensing, Zhang Zilong found that in this mountain range, his divine consciousness was actually suppressed. Originally, he could easily cover the vast mountains within a hundred million miles, but at this moment, he could only feel a single mountain head, with a distance of only ten thousand miles.

  "Heh heh, it's interesting. The Crown Prince personally came to investigate you, not in vain." Heh heh, Zhang Zilong coldly smiled and took out the Floating Pagoda Golden Tower, illuminating the objects around him.

  A small snake with a black body and a hint of green color poked its head out from his collar, staring at Zhang Zilong with a pair of dull big eyes, looking confused. It was indeed the little snake Song Lan, who had gradually shed her evil energy over the years thanks to the large supply of Lingzhi sacred fruit from the Crown Prince, and began to recover her original body. However, as a transformed body of the Primordial Demon God, Song Lan's internal energy was too much, and it would take many years to fully transform.

  Another thing that troubled him was the fear that the two people, Nüwa and Fuxi, would sense Song Lan's presence. After all, the three of them originated from the same source in the primordial chaos, even if they had lost their memories. If they were to meet face-to-face, they could still feel the tremble of being connected by blood. Therefore, the crown prince was trying his best to hide Song Lan away and avoid running into those two people.

  Xiao Ge Lan poked her head out by herself, and Zhang Zi Long glared at her fiercely.

  Ge Lan, who was glared at by Zhang Zilong and became somewhat frightened, shrank his small head and called out in grievance twice.

  "Huh? You said you felt a familiar breath? What's going on?" Okay, the prince admitted that he had mastered a foreign language called Snake Language... As for saying that mastering a foreign language is important, he now exceptionally agrees, at least he can communicate with Xiaoge Lan freely...

  Xiao Ge Lan proudly raised her head, clearly saying: Want to know? Bring benefits!

  The crown prince took out a big peach from the gourd and handed it to her mouth with a flattering smile. Xiaoge also didn't decline, swallowing the peach in one bite, the entrance of which melted instantly, making her twist her body contentedly.

  The crown prince saw this guy eating the peaches and then staring at his own small gourd with an unfulfilled expression, so he hurriedly hugged the purple jade gourd like a mother hen: "There's not much left, really not much left!" After saying that, he also sighed and shook his head with a pretentious air: "Is there more? Is there more? Not much indeed!"

  "Hiss..."

  The crown prince is depressed... was despised by a snake, that mood is quite depressing.

  Xiao Ge leaned against Zhang Zilong's shoulder, feeling a bit bored and helpless, her small mouth moving slightly.

  "Huh? There's something similar to you in this mountain? Isn't that the former Chaos Demon God?" The prince looked at her in surprise, Xiaoge Lan nodded lightly, with a "you're clever" expression.

  The crown prince only felt that he had been blessed with good fortune recently, how did he keep discovering the ruins of the Chaotic Demon God one after another? Could it be that the Goddess of Fortune has fallen in love with me? However, the Goddess of Fortune seems to have no control over this crown prince...

  Shaking off his sluggishness, following the guidance of the Song Luan, the Crown Prince transformed into a shooting star and flew towards the glittering treasure. In his understanding, the remains of the Chaotic Demon God should at least have a top-grade pre-heavenly spiritual treasure? Even if he couldn't use it himself, he could give it to Chang'e, heh heh, treasures were something he never got tired of!

  But are the relics of the Chaos Demon God really all good things? (Vote for me, collect me, hug me~~)