My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 469 Migration
A giant tree, resembling a steep mountain peak, stands alone amidst the rolling mountains.

Its gnarled and twisted roots grow wildly underground, bursting through the soil to form mounds resembling small mountains. Its crown pierces the clouds and stands tall in the sky.

On a thick branch, Lan Zhang leaned against the tree trunk, his right leg outstretched and his left leg resting on the edge of the branch.

From the distant mountains, the roars of beasts and the cries of birds rose and fell, and Lan Zhang watched quietly with narrowed eyes.

The bark of the trees beside him, which resembled the dry, cracked earth, was slowly stained with dark shadows. The next moment, countless eyes of different sizes suddenly appeared.

"That batch of spirits has been taken in by Hu Cheng." The blind boy's voice, though layered with childlike sounds, carried a hint of doubt: "Could they really infiltrate the main camp of Jigu City?"

"Sure..." Lan Zhang said lazily, "You should have confidence in my 'Mountain-Carrying Sutra'."

"Hu Cheng's gathering of forces will alter the aura of the auxiliary soldiers, thus concealing the aura of the Blood God Child."

He stretched out his right hand, and a cloud of blood-red mist gathered, from which a small black flag and a gray-white archway appeared.

Looking at the soul-summoning banner that had been with him for decades, Lan Zhang remained silent.

After a while, he raised his hand and threw it far into the mountains.

"Aren't you afraid that Shen Yan will steal the Gate of Hell?"

"He..."

“His previous escape had damaged his vital essence, and he couldn’t take the ghost gate with him by himself.”

"Furthermore, now that Hu Cheng has mastered the Mountain-Carrying Manual, anyone who stands in his way will become his mortal enemy in order to advance further, even if that person is the former military supervisor Shen Yan!"

……

Early morning, in a cave located at the bottom of a cliff in the Yixiantian mountain stream.

"Brother Chen, how's your training on the Mountain Carrying Sutra going?" Qiu Zhi asked with some anticipation.

This was Chen Mu's fifth day in the Yin Wind Tribe. Since settling in, Qiu Zhi, the Commander-in-Chief, had come every day to inquire about his progress in cultivating the Mountain-Carrying Scripture.

According to Shen Yan, Hu Cheng most likely intends to capture demons and sacrifice them to the River of Oblivion in order to launch the Yellow Springs Crossing and leave the Netherworld. The combined power of the Mountain-Carrying Scripture is indeed formidable, but the demons of the Netherworld are not to be underestimated. Large-scale hunting and conquest will inevitably result in casualties.

Thinking of this, Chen Mu glanced at the Mountain-Carrying Manual on the gray wall, which already had more than five thousand experience points, and shook his head with a look of shame: "I am dull-witted and have not made any progress so far."

"But there's some good news too." His face lit up with excitement: "After Brother Qiu's explanation yesterday, I feel like I've found the inspiration, and maybe I can master it tomorrow."

Qiu Zhi's face twitched.

I've heard that three times already, do you think I'd still believe it?
He realized that this guy hadn't been practicing seriously at all!
Isn't it said that they'd go through fire and water?
Slippery...

Qiu Zhi shook his head and sighed, "Brother Chen, you'd better pay more attention."

"I received news from above that we will be relocating soon. If we don't know the Mountain-Carrying Sutra and can't work together to escape, we'll probably be left behind in the Narrow Gorge."

"Such a thing is true!" Chen Mu feigned great surprise and immediately began to humbly ask for guidance on the difficult questions in the Danshan Sutra. He pretended for a while before finally seeing Qiu Zhi off.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, looking at the cliff face riddled with holes like a honeycomb, Chen Mu couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Although I know this might be Qiu Zhi exaggerating and scaring people, what if it's true? I still have to practice this Hu Cheng version of the Mountain-Carrying Sutra.

……

"The blood sacrifice to the River of Oblivion can indeed activate the Crossing to the Underworld, but without the protection of the Gate of Hell, there is a risk of falling into the void."

Late at night, inside Thousand Lanterns City, Shen Yan calmly frightened Chen Mu.

"Given Hu Cheng's selfish nature, entrusting one's safety to him is not very safe."

Upon hearing this, Chen Mu couldn't help but sigh.

"Leaving aside the risks of teleporting through the void, the blood sacrifice to the River of Oblivion requires offerings, and the task of capturing monsters will definitely be yours."

"Do you enjoy killing and conquering?" Shen Yan stared at Chen Mu with a serious expression.

“How could someone as peaceful as me possibly like that!” Chen Mu immediately shook his head.

"I don't like it either." Shen Yan said sincerely, "So... it's best if we summon the Gates of Hell ourselves."

I believed your ghost!

If I were to actually summon the gates of hell, I'm afraid I'd be even less safe!

Chen Mu glanced at Shen Yan without making a sound, and the gray wall appeared in front of him.

Jade Gate Spell: 1135/10000/Third Tier;

He's been secretly grinding away lately, and finally managed to max out the second level of the Jade Gate Curse. The insights he's gained from the Gray Wall are mostly related to the Yellow Springs Crossing, but his control over the Ghost Gate Ritual is definitely still inferior to Shen Yan's.

Meeting Shen Yan's gaze, Chen Mu nodded solemnly, as if in complete agreement.

But he had made up his mind that he would never summon the Gate of Hell if his experience with the Jade Gate Curse did not surpass that of Old Ghost Shen! "I still need to keep grinding the Jade Gate Curse, and it would be best if I could surpass Shen Yan before the Yin Wind Division takes action."

"otherwise……"

"Otherwise, we'll just have to blend in with the Yin Wind Division and adapt to the situation."

……

Seven days later.

Dark clouds shrouded the sky above a narrow sliver of sky, with ghastly green flames churning within them. Chen Mu was enveloped in black mist, silently hiding among the clouds.

He didn't expect that the Yin Feng tribe would actually move as they said they would.

Looking down, one could see that some scattered spirits still lingered in the mountain stream.

There is a distinction between primary and secondary aspects in the cultivation of the Mountain-Carrying Scripture, but as an auxiliary role that provides divine power, it is not difficult to simply adjust one's own Qi to sense the Mountain-character seal.

The lingering spirits in the mountain stream were probably afraid of the risks of working together, so they deliberately delayed, but they didn't expect the Yin Wind Tribe to actually leave.

No matter how much they shouted, the dark cloud slowly accelerated, accompanied by a strange howl, and quickly moved away from the narrow passage.

After setting off, the dark clouds that blotted out the sun kept flying in a certain direction.

Most of the monsters were too intimidated by the immense power of the black cloud to show their faces, but some ferocious monsters reacted by leaping into the air and attacking the black cloud.

Chen Mu was initially worried, but seeing the monsters being burned to ashes by the Fire Bell Secret Technique, he gradually felt at ease.

The Yin Wind Division had gathered almost 80% of the auxiliary troops of the Hai Character Camp. All the Yin Spirit divine power was combined into one place. Although they could not run rampant, they were extremely safe on the edge of the Netherworld.

Even if they encountered a large group of red-eyed water apes, they still couldn't defeat them.

But escaping safely is not difficult.

……

Not long after noon, dark clouds flew into the rolling mountains. At one moment, Chen Mu suddenly felt the Yin Spirit power that had been slowly being drawn away suddenly accelerate.

Immediately afterwards, countless fireballs fell like a torrential downpour, and the mountains were instantly engulfed in a ghastly green flame.

A large group of monsters with fangs ablaze and two sharp horns pointing skyward, resembling both sheep and pigs, appeared in the sea of ​​fire.

These monsters were mostly two or three stories tall, their black fur resembling sharp arrows that shot towards the sky, while they occasionally spewed out large black and red fireballs from their mouths. Unfortunately, the dark clouds were too high, and their seemingly fierce counterattacks were completely ineffective.

After a brief, violent attack, the monsters quickly fled the sea of ​​fire, disappearing into the mountains.

Chen Mu watched in amazement from behind the dark clouds.

He discovered that although these sheep-like and pig-like monsters were screaming in pain from the fire bell magic, very few of them actually fell into the sea of ​​fire.

"These monsters probably aren't afraid of fire. Luckily they can't fly, otherwise they would be a real problem."

"While the 'Mountain Carrying Scripture' is wonderful, the Yin Wind Fire Bell Secret Technique is not without its limitations." Chen Mu's heart tightened slightly.

"I really hope that General Hu is as cautious as Shen Yan said, and that he won't be blinded by the power of the Mountain-Carrying Sutra."

After bombarding the area for another half hour, the dark cloud started moving again and landed on the edge of a vast grassland at dusk.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Chen Mu felt the earth swaying from side to side, just like someone who had been on a boat for a long time and had just stepped onto land.

Those around them were also experiencing such a long flight for the first time, and they all swayed as if they were drunk. Just as they were joking and teasing each other, an excited shout suddenly rang out from the center of the camp.

Chen Mu was startled, but before he could activate his Listening Technique to investigate, he was already in shock.

Then we saw a gray-white archway, seven or eight meters high, fall from the sky and land in the middle of the camp with a bang.

Immediately, a gray mist began to spread in all directions.

A fog obscuring the divine? The gates of hell!
Hu Cheng actually found the Gates of Hell?!

Chen Mu was overjoyed.

Blood sacrifices to the River of Oblivion, monster hunting—none of that needs to be considered anymore.

Shen Yan, that old devil, won't fool me into sneaking away!

"If Old Ghost Shen knew that Hu Cheng had easily found the Gate of Hell he had been longing for, his expression would be quite something!" Thinking of this, Chen Mu couldn't help but smile.

"Hmm... I must inform him of this good news!"

"Ha ha!"

(End of this chapter)