Mountain Patrol Military Officer

Chapter 285: 249: Chen Yuan: Act quickly to capture and kill! (Requesting monthly ticket)

Fulong Ridge.

A thousand six hundred li southeast of Weiyuan Pass, this place is only over six hundred li away from the Mist Sea, the mystical barrier separating the Ten Thousand Mountains from the land of Shu, stretching for tens of thousands of li, a prohibition formed by the sealing of the Ten Evils by numerous Heaven and Earth Great Divine Ability Users of yesteryears. This kind of mist can seal a person’s five senses and six consciousnesses; once one enters, they will become completely lost within it. What’s more, the ceaseless Wind Mastery within it, bone-scraping and soul-destroying, is extremely tyrannical; even a person from the Martial Vault cannot cross it.

Thus, such a forbidden area was constructed, trapping the Ten Evils’ Demons within it. It is rumored that within the Mist Sea, more terrifying than the loss of five senses and the endless Wind Mastery, lurks a kind of monster named “Xi Yi”.

Legend has it, a person becomes a Ghost upon death, a Ghost becomes a Ji upon death, a Ji becomes a Xi upon death, and a Xi becomes a Yi upon death, invisible to the eye called Yi, inaudible to the ear called Xi.

Over the centuries, countless lost humans and Demons wishing to break free have perished in this Mist Sea. Their resentment lingers, some dying over and over again, transforming into strange creatures, not falling into reincarnation, hard to eradicate, and exceedingly vicious.

With the gradual dissipation of the prohibition of the Ten Thousand Mountains, the Mist Sea, tranquil for a millennium, began to erupt like a boiling volcano, furiously spewing mist outward, spreading in all directions.

At this moment, outside Fulong Ridge, the setting sun was blood-like, creating a magnificent sight in the world.

Looking south, a dozen li away, heaven and earth merged into one, and the mist surged up like giant waves against the sky. A fierce wind gushed from within, carrying with it sand that filled the sky, scraping the mountains and land into a barren desert.

In the distance, amid the rolling sands, a horse’s whinny pierced the air, followed by the swift emergence of a big yellow Horse, its mane fluttering in the wind, bearing a silhouette dressed in ordinary clothes, with double swords strapped to his waist, and a resolute face, charging toward Fulong Ridge.

After traveling about ten li and reaching a concealed valley, the figure lifted his head, looking through the dusty twilight, his gaze sharp as an eagle’s, scanning the sky and then all around, before raising his hand, placing two fingers to his lips, and sending out a clear, bird-like whistle.

After this artful birdcall, it seemed to signal something to the surrounding forests. A few breaths later, various cries and roars of birds and beasts echoed in succession.

Having completed these actions, the person spurred his Horse on and continued deep along the valley, galloping for several li until he disappeared among the scattered rocks.

When he reappeared, he was in a vast natural cave, the dripping sound of water falling from the stalactites above, forming minute droplets. Inside the cave, a faint firelight flickered, and there were torches stuck to the stone walls, extending inward from the cave entrance.