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“Otherworldly Ink Pen now, Burial Gate open!”
Qian Mo did not grasp the jade brush, yet it seemed to follow his intent, swiftly sketching a symbol that shimmered with intense ghostly light. As the symbol took shape, both Qian Mo and the Mountain Water Master could sense a peculiar power slowly emerging. Faintly, they could hear countless strange beasts roaring, and in a daze, it felt as if countless phantoms were appearing before them.
“Golden Patterned Jade Brush, Burial of Ethereal Light!”
Seeing this scene, the Maze Master was no longer calm; his previously clear voice now lacked any trace of tranquility.
“You wish to escape into the Embalming Coffin Realm? I won’t let you have your way. Embalming… though powerful, I am not so easily dealt with. Kid, since you possess such talent, I’ll let you try it out. Go ahead, walk the path I once walked, enduring countless eons of hardship. Even if you gain nothing, I won’t think of killing you again; you will stay by my side forever. But if you can uncover the true culprit behind my demise, then you may Embalm me—what’s wrong with that? My life has been filled with obsessions; let me indulge once more and see if that legendary Embalming can save me! Hahaha!”
Just as the spiritual talisman was about to open a great door for him, before Qian Mo could leap into it, a strong wind swept through, scattering the light gate before his eyes could barely comprehend it. Subsequently, Qian Mo collapsed on the spot, losing consciousness… After a brief moment of hysteria from the Maze Master, silence returned to this mountainous realm as it had for decades… Only the Locator that Qian Mo had stealthily embedded earlier shattered…
Time passed unmeasured before Qian Mo slowly awakened from his slumber. Gradually rising to his feet and surveying his surroundings, he muttered after a minute…
“This n… I must still be dreaming, right…”
Everything before him was utterly unacceptable to Qian Mo! However, even self-hypnosis couldn’t help him ignore the reality that he stood on a Loess Plateau. Of course, this wasn’t the Loess Plateau we know; it was purely literal. Loess… plateau… In the distance loomed countless peaks reaching into the clouds; Qian Mo couldn’t even gauge their height because they only appeared as foothills to him… Looking up, a blazing sun hung high at noon, radiating its light and heat without reservation. Somewhere far off were faint sounds of Beast Roar, and strange flying beasts he had never seen before occasionally soared across the sky… In fact, Qian Mo would rather describe them as unidentified flying objects. Remembering what the Mountain Water Master had said while dispersing his Embalming coffin gate…
“Damn it! Mountain Water Master, don’t let me out! If I get out there, I’ll definitely raid your lair and make you kneel before me day and night singing ‘Conquered’! Who wants to live through your life of who knows how many thousands of years?”
With no outlet for his frustration, Qian Mo could only set off on his journey, leaving what felt like a hellishly difficult game’s starting village. Perhaps there would be answers in the mountains ahead that he sought. Yet while traveling, he continued to grumble.
“Damn it… don’t let me out… once I’m out… how the hell do I get out?!”
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