Jiangshan Fengwuzhi

Chapter 251 Transmission
"boom!"

Like Pangu creating the world, an entire mountain fell from the sky and crashed into the swamp. When the mountain stopped sinking, there was no swamp to be seen within a radius of more than ten miles.

A giant serpent let out an angry roar, mourning for its kind who had been crushed to death at the foot of the mountain, before turning and fleeing to a more distant place.

The old woman looked over and saw that one of the giant snake's heads had been broken off, but including this head, there were only eight heads in total, not nine.

Presumably, the nine-headed serpent has not yet been trapped under the mountain.

To the old woman's surprise, when she suddenly turned her head, she saw a figure on the mountainside.

The man looked extremely disheveled, barely managing to avoid falling off the cliff by grabbing onto a rock.

But more importantly, he shouldn't have been there at all, because he was Gu Jingnian, and should have been buried at the bottom of the mountain.

Gu Jingnian's action of grabbing the rocks was merely a subconscious one.

He suddenly teleported to the high sky, and at the moment of his fall, he did not know where he was. He grabbed the thing that saved his life and quickly spread his fiery wings and took off.

In his memory, a mountain pressed down on him, and as he looked at his reflection in the swamp, a powerful belief arose in his heart. In an instant, he teleported to this place.

At this moment, he remembered that the blood transfusion method was not just about changing blood to gain superpowers. After the blood transfusion, he also needed to activate the talent in his bloodline.

Seeing that Gu Jingnian was still alive, the old woman shouted, "You brat, you can't escape!"

Dust rose from the sky and swept towards Gu Jingnian, turning swamps into deserts wherever it passed.

Gu Jingnian knew that if he were to be swept away by this sandstorm, it would likely extinguish his Fire Wings and bury him within it.

Since the old woman used a deadly move right from the start, he didn't hold back either, swinging a fireball at her.

The old woman dodged and fled, and fireballs rained down like a storm of fire. Some landed in the sand and were extinguished, while others landed in the forest and ignited the trees. Then, the flames were manipulated by Gu Jingnian and transformed into a fire dragon that chased after the old woman.

"Little tricks."

The old woman shouted again, and her figure disappeared into the air.

The sand and dust gathered together, forming a huge human figure that slapped Gu Jingnian with both hands as if swatting a fly.

Every time the giant sandstorm strikes, it creates a sandstorm.

It is not afraid of the scorching heat of the fire dragon; the falling sand can actually extinguish the fire.

"Son."

Yingyao arrived and, seeing Gu Jingnian in danger, didn't use her fire blade. Instead, she flew onto the top of the sand giant's head and punched it hard.

"Oh!"

With a thunderous roar, the sand giant was smashed to pieces by Yingyao's punch. The sand on its body poured down like a waterfall, heading towards the swamp as if to fill it up.

Suddenly, a snake's head sprang up from the swamp, opened its massive jaws, and lunged at something, but there was clearly nothing there.

But just as the snake's head was about to bite down, the old woman's figure reappeared.

"You beast, you've finally shown yourself!"

The nine-headed serpent then emerged from the swamp.

It grew much larger, bigger than the entire mountain, and with a kingly air, it looked down at the old woman and roared.

Gu Jingnian understood; the Nine-Headed Serpent was saying, "You're too late. You're no match for me now."

The old woman sneered, "I might not be able to capture you by myself, but what if several people from this realm join forces?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the nine-headed serpent opened its nine mouths simultaneously, spewing out countless venomous mists.

"You beast, you still want to struggle."

Just as the old woman was about to exert all her strength, suddenly, a bright light shone down from the sky.

Looking up, I saw seven stars twinkling in the sky. It was clearly daytime, yet the starlight was still bright and visible.

Seeing this, the old woman took out a mirror and looked at the starlight.

The mirror reflected the starlight, making the poisonous fog appear like snowflakes.

Then, a door appeared in the heavy snow.

Gu Jingnian stared at the scene for a moment, because he recognized it as the door to the boundary that he had seen in Longxushui's memory. It was also the door that Qu Jizhi, Shen Jichi and others had asked him to draw. White stone pillars stood on both sides, with intricate patterns carved on them.

Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly spread his wings and flew towards the door.

However, the old woman had already stepped over the threshold. Her movements seemed slow, but in an instant she was standing inside the doorway, and even turned around to give Gu Jingnian a cold smile.

Gu Jingnian quickened his pace, flapping his fiery wings and flying towards the door standing in the wind and snow... He flew over.

Nothing had changed; he was still in the poisonous fog. The moment he flew past, the wind, snow, and stone gate vanished.

The poison gas continued to spread.

Not only the nine-headed serpent, but all the leeches began to spew venom.

They want to fill the entire realm with poisonous gas to deter more beings from coming to capture them.

"Are you alright?" Gu Jingnian asked Yingyao, noticing her looking somewhat listless.

"A little dizzy."

"Get out of here first."

In fact, because they had drunk the blood of the serpent's heart, the two of them already had a strong resistance to the poisonous gas. When they flapped their fire wings back to their resting place, they found that the poisonous gas was not concentrated, but Yan Da and A Meng had already been poisoned unconscious.

After all, the venom of the male viper is so potent that any beast that smells it will die instantly.

"Judging from this situation, it won't be long before the entire realm is shrouded in poisonous gas," Hu Jingnan said worriedly.

"We must get out of this boundary."

Hu Jingnan asked, "How do we get out?"

Gu Jingnian said, "I'll try to project my image out of that door."

"You can transmit images now?" Hu Jingnan was quite surprised.

"Ah."

Seeing Gu Jingnian nod casually, Hu Jingnan was taken aback. She tried to poke the fire wings behind Gu Jingnian with her finger, but got burned. She quickly put her finger in her mouth and sucked on it.

She then glanced at Gu Jingnian to see if he had noticed.

She still hasn't awakened her fire control ability, while Gu Jingnian has already learned the seemingly more complex technique of shadow teleportation.

"Do you have a mirror?" Gu Jingnian asked.

Hu Jingnan asked curiously, "How do you know I have it?"

"You brought a lot of random stuff, didn't you?"

"They are all clearly very practical."

Hu Jingnan didn't want to take out the mirror, but she had no choice but to take out a small bronze mirror from her sleeve and hand it over.

Gu Jingnian took it and saw that a poem was engraved on the back of the bronze mirror.

"The bright moon shines through the window, illuminating my beautiful face."

It seems to be a token of love; no wonder Hu Jingnan was reluctant to take it out at first.

Seeing where Gu Jingnian's gaze fell, Hu Jingnan knew what he was thinking. She was about to say something, but in the end, she said nothing.

Gu Jingnian turned the mirror to face it, and saw that the bronze mirror was polished very finely, with every detail clearly visible.

He first tried to project his image elsewhere.

Having had a successful experience, he vaguely sensed something in his heart. But he failed at first, and after many attempts, he finally managed to project a shadow of Gu Jingnian from a few steps away.

"Young master, it's done!"

Yingyao was very excited. She turned to look at the two Gu Jingnian and praised, "They are exactly the same."

Naturally, it would be exactly the same. Gu Jingnian remembered the feeling of this success and temporarily stopped studying how to teleport himself to other places. He began to teleport himself to the door to leave this world.

He imitated the old woman's actions, using the mirror to reflect the sky.

The bronze mirror reflected the blue sky covered by poisonous gas. Gu Jingnian looked at it, recalling the stone gate standing in the wind and snow in his mind, and tried to bring the stone gate to his face with the feeling he had just experienced.

no change.

a long time.

Yingyao kept flapping her fiery wings to disperse the poisonous gas, and gradually her face became more and more pale.

Hu Jingnan also fainted, unable to hold on any longer, and put her hand to her forehead.

Yan Da and A Meng are still unconscious; it's unknown whether they are dead or not.

The surrounding toxic gas was getting thicker and thicker.

"Young Master Gu," Hu Jingnan asked in a low voice, "are you sure you can manage? I'm about to give up."

Gu Jingnian did not answer.

After a long period of fruitless effort, he felt he had found the knack.

In his mind, he finally found the door and tried to move it to bring it to his eyes, but it was too heavy to move at all.

Sweat streamed down his forehead.

He felt he couldn't move it any further, and he feared he and Yingyao would both die here...

Wait, how did Shen Jichi move it?
It certainly wasn't done with brute force, so what was used?
light.

A light seemed to flash through his mind. Gu Jingnian stopped trying and looked towards the light, where he saw himself in the mirror in his mind.

The boy looked disheveled, his eyes filled with pain and resentment, his lips pursed, and he appeared very unhappy.

This made Gu Jingnian feel somewhat unfamiliar.

He hadn't faced himself for so long that he realized he had become like this.

So he straightened his clothes and then moved the mirror in the direction of the light, so that it reflected the door.

At this moment, he made a conclusion in his mind. It may not be correct, but based on his experience, the secret of the transmission of images may lie in not being afraid of having no way forward, but having light in one's heart.

Light appeared before their eyes, and a door appeared in front of them.

(End of this chapter)