Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

Chapter 67 An Unparalleled Foundation Rises from Ping Mountain, A Cloud Man Undergoes Tribulations and Returns to the Immortal Path!

At the summit of Ping Mountain, a vast sea of ​​clouds stretches out, and the sky is clear and bright.

The once pristine and sacred Ping Mountain is now shrouded in a faint sense of melancholy at parting.

Everyone gathered here, their eyes all fixed on that extraordinary celestial figure that was about to disappear into the distance once again.

Mu Shaoai, Tan Wuyu, and Fojian Fenshuo all felt a sense of reluctance.

Jin Bazhen's eyes were already red, and she was tightly clutching her sleeves, looking at that familiar figure. A thousand words were stuck in her throat, and in the end, they could only turn into a choked sob: "My dear sister—"

Lian Emei sat alone on the ten-mile-long prayer mat, looking at everyone with a hint of reluctance.

But for her, entering the world to vanquish demons was both in accordance with destiny and to practice her own path.

If it weren't for the Yama Drought Demon wreaking havoc on the world and endangering the Dao Pivot, she should have remained on the summit of Ping Mountain, continuing her dedicated pursuit of the supreme immortal path.

Now that the Demon Lord has been defeated, our earthly ties are temporarily severed.

In addition, the turbid energy of the Bitter Realm erodes her pure and holy body. With each additional day she stays there, her true essence is depleted, and her karmic entanglements with this mortal world may also undergo further changes.

Pingshan ascended into the sky, retreating into seclusion once more, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world. This was both a helpless act and an inevitability, and perhaps the best ending for her.

"Everyone," Lian Emei's cool gaze slowly swept over each familiar face. Her eyes were still as clear as an ice spring, but seemed to have a hint of softness that was almost imperceptible than usual. "Thank you for the battle to slay the demons."

"But all good things must come to an end. Take care!"

Her thanks were simple and sincere. Then her gaze lingered on Jin Bazhen's face for a moment, and she nodded slightly, everything understood without words.

After taking one last deep look at everyone, Lian Emei no longer hesitated, and slowly raised her hands to form a Dao mudra in front of her chest.

"drink"

With a clear shout, an immense and unstoppable surge of Dao energy erupted from her body!

In an instant, a rainbow of colors shot into the sky, piercing the clouds. As Lian Emei's true essence condensed and circulated, Pingshan rose into the air once more.

An unparalleled foundation rises from Ping Mountain, and a cloud-dwelling man undergoes tribulations to return to the path of immortality!

"Mountains are like duckweed, clouds are like waves, transcending the mortal world and letting the currents surge on."

The clear and lofty poetic chant resounded through the sky once again, but it was more resolute and transcendent than ever before.

Under the pull of this supreme power, the entire Ping Mountain emitted a deep, rumbling sound, as if it came from the depths of the earth, and began to tremble violently!

The soil and rocks at the edge of the mountain rolled down, but the mountain itself, enveloped in the glow of the Dao patterns, slowly and firmly rose from the ground!

Breaking free from the earth's constraints, it soars towards the boundless sky!

The sea of ​​clouds parted, the wind howled, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered wildly, paving the way for this journey to the immortal mountain.

Lian Emei's figure stood atop the rising mountain peak, her robes fluttering, her ethereal beauty unparalleled. Gradually, she merged with the rosy clouds in the sky, becoming the most central and distant point in this magnificent scene.

Not far away, on another side peak.

Ye Jinming and Lin Wushuang stood side by side, gazing at Pingshan Mountain, which was slowly rising into the sky and radiating countless rays of light.

As Ping Shan was about to leave, Ye Jinming turned his head to look at Jun Wushuang beside him.

The ethereal Taoist remained calm, but his usually serene eyes were now fixed intently on the figure on the mountaintop that was about to disappear into the clouds.

Seemingly calm, Ye Jinming could sense the almost frozen focus and silent farewell beneath that tranquility.

"Senior," Ye Jinming said softly, "aren't you going to say goodbye in person?"

Lin Wushuang remained silent for a long time, until Pingshan had risen into the air, before slowly withdrawing her gaze.

"We will never meet again, neither in heaven nor on earth; the Bright Moon Peak will reappear on the Black River, but Lin will not return until he sees Emei."

As the poem faded, its lingering charm dissipated in the wind, carrying with it an indescribable sense of melancholy and resolute determination.

After a pause, Lin Wushuang suddenly raised his hand, took out an old paper notebook from his bosom, and then took out the Mingyue Sword that had been with him for many years, and handed them to Ye Jinming.

"This demon-slaying mission was fraught with difficulties and dangers. It was thanks to your secret planning that everything was saved for Emei." Lin Wushuang's voice was calm, yet every word was clear. "These are for you."

Ye Jinming was slightly taken aback, then took the book and the sword. The Mingyue Sword felt warm and smooth in his hand, and it emitted a faint, clear sound; it was indeed a peerless sword.

He looked at Lin Wushuang, his eyes filled with a hint of amusement and inquiry: "Senior, aren't you afraid that I am a hypocrite harboring malicious intentions? What if I use these divine weapons and secret techniques to commit evil deeds in the future?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Wushuang gently shook her head, her gaze once again turning to the direction of Ping Mountain, which had already risen halfway into the air. Her voice was calm and unwavering: "If that day truly comes, then it is only because I, Lin Wushuang, misjudged people, that I have done so."

He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze suddenly sharpening like a sword. Though it was only for a moment, it made Ye Jinming feel an invisible, chilling sword intent sweep past him. "At that time, someone will come to settle accounts with you."

Although Lin Wushuang didn't say who it was, Ye Jinming already knew—it was that lazy bum.

(Cang: ————)

Ye Jinming put away his joking expression, held the sword and book in both hands, and bowed solemnly to Lin Wushuang: "Senior's generous gift will be remembered by Ye Jinming. Take care."

Lin Wushuang nodded slightly and said no more. He took one last look at the almost invisible sunset glow on the horizon.

Then, he gently flicked his whisk, and Dao Yuan flowed around him. He then flew away in the opposite direction from Ping Shan, towards Baiyun Mountain, and disappeared into the horizon in an instant.

After seeing Lin Wushuang off, Ye Jinming was about to leave when he heard a series of cries and howls coming from below, growing louder as they approached, a mixture of madness and endless sorrow.

"Sister, sister, wait for me! Don't go, don't leave Xiaolonglong alone!"

A disheveled green figure rushed up the mountain like a madman, tumbling and crawling – it was none other than the belated Mad Dragon Laughing!

However, Pingshan's ascent into the sky did not stop at all.

Just as the rosy glow was about to completely disappear into the clouds and the mountain shadows were gradually blurring, a clear, cold sigh drifted from the heavens above, clearly reaching Kuanglong's ears: "Kuanglong—my brother."

These four simple words caused the seemingly insane dragon to tremble violently!

He abruptly stopped crying and screaming, his eyes widened, and his face instantly erupted with unbelievable joy and hope, as if a drowning person had grasped at the last straw!

"Sister, sister, you called my name. You finally called me! Turn around and look at me! Just one look, please!" He waved his arms and legs, crying and laughing, desperately waving his hands toward the sky, his eyes filled with an almost humble plea.

Unfortunately, only drifting clouds remained on the horizon, and the glow of the sunset gradually faded.

That cool, clear voice rang out again, calm and undisturbed, yet carrying a final warning and a sense of detachment: "You—you'd better watch yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the last glimmer of brilliant sunset light on the horizon suddenly vanished!

Immediately, the massive mountain shadow seemed to accelerate, leaping upwards and disappearing completely into the depths of the vast sea of ​​clouds, vanishing without a trace.

The sky returned to its azure blue, and the clouds slowly dispersed, as if that sacred mountain and the immortals on it had never existed.

"No—Sister!!!"

The ecstatic laughter of the mad dragon froze on his face, instantly transforming into an even more frenzied despair and rage!

He knelt on the ground, pounding the earth with his fists until the rocks shattered, and roared at the sky, a mixture of howls and shrill laughter: "Hahahaha—Waaaaa—Sister—Why? Why won't you even let me see you one last time?"

Why are you so cruel? What did I do wrong?

He cried uncontrollably, his face contorted with laughter, as if his spirit had completely collapsed at that moment.

After a long while, the roaring gradually subsided. He slumped to the ground, staring blankly at the sky where Pingshan had disappeared, muttering to himself, "I know, I understand. It must be because I'm not bad enough. It must be because I'm not like Yama and Hanmei, causing chaos and fear throughout the world—that's why my sister doesn't look at me or pay attention to me—"

A chilling light, a mixture of madness and distortion, gradually gathered in his eyes.

"Yes, as long as I become even worse, so bad that the whole world remembers my name, Mad Dragon's Laughter; so bad that you, Sister, can no longer ignore my existence, then you will definitely come back to find me, you will definitely come to see me! Even if—you come to kill me!"

Thinking of this, Kuanglong suddenly jumped up from the ground with a laugh. The tear stains on his face were still wet, but he had already stretched out an extremely twisted and malicious ferocious smile.

"Hahaha----"

He glanced one last time at the empty sky, turned around, let out a series of eerie laughs that sent chills down his spine, and staggered toward the Pit of Sin, his figure gradually disappearing at the end of the rugged mountain path.

Ping Mountain is secluded and Baiyun Mountain is closed off. The righteous heroes have all found their places to go, but the seeds of evil are quietly sown in the madness of the Bitter Realm.

The world of Bitter Realm is truly a place where there is never a peaceful day.