Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 390 - 180: Ascend to Immortality Today, Forsake the Mortal World; Take Flight at Once, Leave the World of Dust Behind
Speaking of the Eternal Night Tribe, she hesitated for a moment, her tone becoming heavier, "The Eternal Night Tribe... is very strange. They worship the eternal night, unwilling both to leave the Snow Mountain and for it to return to normal. It’s as if they wish for no daylight periods at all."
"Why is that?"
"I don’t know... even the village teacher doesn’t know."
Children of the mountain... Ascension Land...
Fan Wubing felt slightly moved. He began to suspect that Peach Blossoms hadn’t accidentally severed the mountain roots of the Eternal Night Snow Mountain, causing its inversion. If this place was indeed once the Ascension Land, then Peach Blossoms likely did it on purpose.
The towering Silver Horse Peak stood like a galloping steed, exuberantly displaying its vigorous spirit.
At this moment, Fan Wubing noticed that Luo Qingyao seemed a bit unusual.
She was intently watching Silver Horse Peak, but her eyes didn’t seem to be admiring it, rather, she was looking at a specific target. Ever since they arrived at the territory of the Ancient Immortal Tribe, she had been somewhat silent.
Fan Wubing finally asked, "Junior sister, you must have other reasons for coming to the Snow Mountain, right?"
Luo Qingyao’s eyebrows trembled lightly, just about to speak.
Fan Wubing shook his head and said, "Don’t hide it from me."
Luo Qingyao took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, taking out a bone hairpin and recounting the task her elder sister had instructed her to do before setting off.
Fan Wubing took the bone hairpin and looked at it in the sunlight. Inside, it had already transformed into jade essence.
"Return the soul to its place... so your mother was originally from the Ancient Immortal Tribe."
Beside them, Kalya said in surprise, "The Ancient Immortal Tribe doesn’t allow marriages with outsiders, does it?"
Luo Qingyao said heavily, "My great-grandfather once came to the Eternal Night Snow Mountain during a daylight period, and then they met my mother, who was considered an ill omen and exiled by the Ancient Immortal Tribe. He took her away from the Snow Mountain, made her his disciple, and later fell in love with my father."
"An ill omen... being considered an ill omen by the Ancient Immortal Tribe can only mean she went against their beliefs." Kalya said.
Fan Wubing frowned, "Exiled as an ill omen, yet still wished to return the soul to its place?"
Luo Qingyao bit her lip, "I can’t understand it either. But it’s my mother’s dying wish."
She looked towards Silver Horse Peak, then said to Fan Wubing and Kalya, "This is my own affair, don’t trouble yourselves, just wait here for me." She took out ten shining top-grade Spirit Stones, "Kalya, your job is done. This is your reward."
Kalya stared at Luo Qingyao, not taking them, wanting to say something.
But Luo Qingyao shook her head, not letting her speak, and forced the Spirit Stones into her hand:
"Hurry back, treat your brother."
Kalya clenched her teeth, silently turned and left.
Luo Qingyao then looked at Fan Wubing again.
Before she could speak, Fan Wubing stepped in the air, walking towards Silver Horse Peak, creating ripples with each step:
"Don’t be silly, Miss Luo. We’re just one ceremony away from becoming husband and wife. If you keep saying distant words, I’ll get angry." He narrowed his eyes, "Besides, I’d also like to see what kind of place the Silver Horse Peak, where the Ancients are worshipped, truly is."
Fan Wubing turned around, as if standing on solid ground in the air, extended his hand, and smiled, saying, "Quickly hold my hand, don’t get lost."
Luo Qingyao’s eyes flickered, then she whispered, "I’m not a child, I won’t get lost."
But she still obediently held her senior brother’s hand.
There was no helping it; his hand was so large and warm.
Silver Horse Peak was larger, higher, and deeper, with almost no traces of living creatures. The chilling aura of the great path surrounding the area almost made Luo Qingyao feel as if she was losing her cultivation, all her energy was sealed off.
Besides the chill of the great path, there was also a certain... pressure.
Yes, a long-lost sense of boundary pressure.
Even Fan Wubing in Silver Horse Peak could feel that nearly unbeatable sense of pressure. It reminded him of Ying Huo devouring, but the two were essentially different.
The pressure from Ying Huo devouring originated from the Heavenly Dao, while the pressure from Silver Horse Peak... perhaps came from the traces left by the Ancients, as Kalya mentioned.
This pressure forced Fan Wubing to ascend the peak step by step.
Using cultivation and the great path directly would make the pressure very concentrated. He could bear it, but Luo Qingyao could not.
The latter’s face was already pale, her steps unsteady.
The closer they got to the peak, the more severe it became.
Her breathing was rapid, her chest heaving, her head dizzy, her legs as heavy as lead.
The chill of the great path could help her alleviate it, but this pressure, Fan Wubing really had no solution, never having encountered it before, and the pressure was a form of force that couldn’t be devoured by "tongue desire."
"Let me go ahead then," Fan Wubing said.
Luo Qingyao gritted her teeth and said, "No... I can hold on! I must personally bury my mother." She looked at the bone hairpin in her hand.
To her at this moment, even the bone hairpin had become incredibly heavy.
"I’ll carry you."
Although Luo Qingyao wanted to walk up by herself, she really couldn’t move anymore.
She lay on Fan Wubing’s back, saying sadly, "Senior brother, I’m really useless."
"It’s okay, you’re still young, you’ll become strong in the future."
"Mother used to tell me the same."
Fan Wubing paused, "Can you tell me about it?"
Luo Qingyao spoke softly, telling Fan Wubing about her past life.
At ten years old, her life reached a turning point.
Because that year, her parents went to the Fallen Immortal Land on the Evil Mountain drifting in the sea, and never returned. Everyone said they were dead.
From then on, her world lost its colors, filled with the heavy urge to cultivate in a race against time.
She gradually learned to disguise, wearing a heavy smile mask to face everyone.
