I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

At this moment, not only Zhang Yangqing and his group on site, but even the audience outside the big screen could feel the eerie discomfort of the mouthless creature.

That face, which was never expressionless, was now filled with complex emotions.

Guilt, regret, pain, longing, and a deep sense of powerlessness.

His eyes reddened, his lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

His hand rose and fell, fell and rose again, until it hung limply at his side, his fingers slightly curled, as if trying to grasp something but unable to grasp anything.

For so many years, he has stayed away from the city, bearing the pain of losing his lover and the regret of pushing his son into the fire with his own hands.

He wandered through the eerie world like a lost soul, silent and uncommunicative, simply living in silence and enduring his inner torment.

Now, he has finally seen the son he has been longing for.

But her son questioned and accused her like this.

Why don't you want me?

These words were like a knife, piercing his heart and then twisting it violently.

How should he explain this?

He said he was desperate back then? He said he did it all so that he could live? He said he regretted it every day?

But what use are these explanations in the face of the suffering their son has endured?
Perhaps his son is right. It was his own lack of ability that led to his tragic childhood and caused his beloved to pass away.

Back then, I drank heavily every day just to numb myself and escape the pain of helplessness.

He thought he was enduring pain, but he was just using alcohol to mask his cowardice.

Even if he wanted to salvage the relationship now, he wouldn't know what to do.

She could only stand there, head bowed, like a child who had done something wrong, letting her son's accusations lash her like a whip.

Even the usually mischievous blond-haired weirdo, who never misses a good show, has put away his nonchalant expression.

He looked at the father and son, and unusually fell silent.

A hint of complexity flashed in those eyes that always held a playful air.

Perhaps it was because they recalled some of their past experiences, or perhaps they were simply influenced by the atmosphere.

The sarcastic Copper Skin remained silent, standing to the side, his tall frame like a sculpture, his expression solemn and complex.

As one of the bosses of Yudu, he had witnessed countless life and death events, and countless joys and sorrows, but this scene still left him with a bitter taste in his mouth.

He could understand how uncomfortable it would be if he were in the position of the mouthless monster.

The air seemed to freeze.

It was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

It was Zhang Yangqing who broke the awkward atmosphere.

He stepped forward, his steps very light, as if afraid of disturbing something.

He squatted down, stroked the little boy's head, and spoke in a gentle tone as if he were coaxing his own child: "Actually, you are just like your father."

The little boy looked up, his eyes red, but full of stubbornness and confusion: "Big brother, I'm not as cowardly as him! I've carried everything on my own all these years!"

Zhang Yangqing smiled, a smile that carried a profound meaning: "Actually, you are all cowards, and none of you dare to express your true thoughts."

The little boy was stunned.

Zhang Yangqing looked into his eyes and slowly said, "Before you met, you both wanted to tell each other what was on your minds, right? You both wanted to tell each other how much you had missed and how reluctant you were to part, right? You both wanted to ask each other how you were doing and if you had thought about yourselves, right?"

The little boy's eyes flickered.

Zhang Yangqing continued, her voice soft, yet every word struck the little boy's heart: "But what happened after you met? You used questioning and accusation to disguise your wounded heart; you used anger and resentment to cover up the fact that you actually missed him. What were you afraid of? Were you afraid of letting him know that you had been thinking about him all along? Were you afraid of letting him know that you didn't actually hate him, but were just feeling wronged?"

The little boy's eyes reddened again.

Zhang Yangqing looked at the mouthless, eerie figure: "He uses silence and avoidance to cover up his guilt and remorse. He doesn't dare to look at you, not because he doesn't want to, but because he's afraid he won't be able to hold back his tears. He doesn't dare to speak, not because he has nothing to say, but because he doesn't know where to begin." "One uses strength to disguise weakness, the other uses silence to cover up pain."

He squatted there, looking the little boy straight in the eye, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable power:

"You are all cowards, so cowardly that you dare not let the other person see your true self."

The little boy fell silent.

He lowered his head, biting his lip, his small shoulders trembling slightly.

The mouthless eerie creature also fell silent. He leaned against the door frame, covered his face with his hands, and his shoulders trembled violently.

Zhang Yangqing stood up, patted the little boy on the shoulder, and softened his tone: "Think carefully before you speak, so you don't regret it later."

He turned around, waved to the blond-haired weirdo and the copper-skinned weirdo, signaling them to leave together.

The three of them took a few steps, and then heard suppressed sobs behind them.

It's hard to tell whether it's a little boy's or a mouthless, eerie creature.

Zhang Yangqing did not turn around.

After the three had walked away, the blond-haired guy finally couldn't help but speak up.

He glanced back in that direction and sighed deeply, "Sigh, it's making me a little sad to see."

Then he looked at Zhang Yangqing and asked curiously, "By the way, brother, what are you doing here? You don't seem like you're here to stay at a hotel."

Copper Skin looked at Zhang Yangqing with a strange and curious expression.

Zhang Yangqing casually replied, "To find the entrance to the upper realm."

Both of them were stunned by these words.

Copper Skin's eyes widened in astonishment, a rare look of shock appearing on his usually resolute face: "Great God, what are you talking about? Such a place really exists?"

Zhang Yangqing started making things up, speaking casually as if he were chatting about everyday things, but his eyes held a just-right depth: "In the memories I inherited, there is a place called the Undying Mountain Realm. The people there are very strong. Children are born with remarkable cultivation. Natural treasures are everywhere. Even a random stone here is a rare treasure."

He paused, gazing into the distance, as if truly recalling something:
"The sky there is gray, the ground is made of spiritual soil, and the air is filled with rich spiritual energy. Powerful beings can easily tear space apart and move mountains and fill seas. It is a completely different world from here. There, the Celestial Realm is just the beginning, and there are many beings at higher levels."

Copper Skin's eyes widened in disbelief.

He had no doubt about Zhang Yangqing's words. After the strange resurgence, there would indeed be various inherited memories in his mind, some real and some fake, but what Zhang Yangqing said was too consistent with the characteristics of inherited memories.

The way he described it, the look in his eyes as he reminisced, made it seem as if he had actually been there.

Even the strange consciousness within Zhang Yangqing's sea of ​​consciousness was puzzled: Strange, isn't the Great God human? Where did this memory inheritance come from?
But he didn't dare ask.

Copper Skin became strangely excited, rubbing his hands together, his eyes gleaming with longing: "Master, do you have any concrete clues? I can help! Who wouldn't want to check out a place like this?"

The blond-haired man seemed strangely uninterested, not because he wasn't interested, but because he knew his own limitations.

In a world teeming with powerful humans, it would be questionable whether he could even survive a single day there.

Zhang Yangqing gave the copper-skinned man a strange look: "I need to find someone. Once I find her, I'll have a way to get into the Undying Mountain."

"Who are you looking for?" Copper Skin asked eerily.

Zhang Yangqing did not answer, but instead asked, "What is your purpose in coming here?"

That expression clearly said: I've told you the truth, you can decide what to do with yourselves.

If you want me to reveal more, you'd better show some sincerity.

In fact, Zhang Yangqing suspected that the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes was probably living among the strange creatures in the city.

Someone of her caliber couldn't possibly stay in the underground world forever.

The eerie city on the ground is her best hiding place.

Finding her will provide clues to entering the Undying Mountain. (End of Chapter)