A blind man cultivates immortality and witnesses the great secret of the holy maiden in her bridal c

Chen Yang looked at the misty mountain peaks in front of him. The mountain wind swept by, carrying moisture, and the mist surged like a living thing, covering the peaks completely, not even letting in a bit of sunlight, giving off an eerie feeling that kept strangers away.

He quickly slapped his palm into the air in front of him!

"Buzz—!"

A deep, muffled hum echoed through the valley, and the fog ahead suddenly surged into a towering wave. Instead of dissipating, it churned and condensed like boiling ink, its concentration increasing several times over in an instant, transforming into a tangible wall of fog that completely surrounded the mountain peak. Even the surrounding air became viscous, as if it could stick to one's soul.

Chen Yang stepped into the mist. The stone steps under his feet were slippery from the dampness. The surrounding mist instantly dispersed, transforming into countless distorted light and shadows, sometimes turning into ferocious monsters, sometimes into blurry human figures. He could also faintly hear strange noises like ghosts howling and wolves wailing, making him instantly lose his sense of direction, as if he had fallen into an endless illusionary prison.

"This mist formation is quite ingenious, subtly incorporating the principles of Qimen Dunjia, and can even draw upon the Yin energy of heaven and earth to interfere with one's mind. Ordinary formation masters really wouldn't be able to break it easily." Chen Yang couldn't help but nod, thinking to himself.

But he's no ordinary array master!

The core function of this mist formation is to confuse the mind, but Chen Yang's mental strength has long surpassed the peak of the Divine Power Realm and is comparable to that of a mid-stage Golden Core Realm cultivator. He is almost unaffected by any illusions.

As he walked forward, he clapped and explored in the air with both hands. When his fingertips touched the array patterns, he could feel a cool spiritual energy fluctuation. At the same time, he released his powerful divine sense, which pierced through the thick fog like a searchlight, illuminating the scenery within a hundred meters clearly and accurately locking onto the path leading to the summit.

In a short while, he successfully emerged from the fog and reached the summit of the mountain.

At the summit, a fierce wind howled, whipping up loose rocks that rustled and crackled.

A massive cavern came into view, its entrance roughly ten feet wide, its edges covered in dark red moss, as if scorched by flames. A faint red glow emanated from the entrance, and a scorching aura rushed out, carrying a pungent, sulfurous smell and a terrifying burning sensation. Even the air itself seemed distorted and warped by the heat, yet it felt strangely familiar to Chen Yang—it was the intense, oppressive heat unique to the Vermilion Bird bloodline!

"This is... the innate aura of the Vermilion Bird bloodline!" Chen Yang's heart stirred, and he immediately recognized that this was the aura of his second wife, Liu Qingxia. He then ignored the scorching airflow and strode quickly into the cave.

"Qingxia! Wife, can you hear me?" As they walked deeper into the cave, Chen Yang couldn't help but call out. His voice echoed in the empty cave, but no one responded. Only the crackling sound of the flames burning lingered in his ears.

He quickened his pace, passed through a narrow stone gate, and walked to the deepest part. The sight before him made his pupils shrink.

Deep inside the cave was a spacious stone chamber with a smooth obsidian floor that remained cool even in the flames due to its heat-resistant properties.