After a few seconds, the lake surface began to calm down, occasionally flashing a ripple, as if nothing had happened.

  Only Zhero could feel that the ground beneath his feet had started to sway slightly, and he could feel the temperature of the soles of his feet rising steadily.

  Zhuo Xiong's injuries were all external wounds. After San Zu Chan licked him a few times, he soon woke up.

  Zhuo Xiong didn't know what had happened, he saw Chaobuzi crying bitterly, Zha Wenbin who still had a breath left was wrapped in the big tongue of the three-legged toad, Old Wang whose mouth corner's bloodstain had dried up and his body was icy cold, and guide Zhe Luo who was terrified.

  Everything came too suddenly, Zhuo Xiong woke up with his hands in a daze, he didn't know how to face all of this, he was bewildered, heartbroken, and his trembling hand touched the stiff body of Old Wang.

  Gently stroking the old king's eyelids, but no matter how hard he tried, the old king couldn't close his eyes. He died with his eyes wide open. Zhuo Xiong lowered his head and wept softly...

  Zha Wenbin's injury was too severe, even if the three-legged toad was a healing divine beast, how could it repair his already damaged soul? He was an unlucky person, never having received heaven's favor, from birth he was an abandoned orphan.

  It is probably the same with those who have an affinity for the Tao.

  Not far away, three human-like shadows gathered together. These were the souls of three people who had drifted for thousands of years and now they were together again.

  Three thousand years ago, they were divided into three paths. Who would have thought that the three souls would reunite? Even if they met again, there would probably be endless fighting.

  "Alright, he's gone, we should go too. The Taoist way of several thousand years has come to an end after all, and we should take responsibility for what we've done. What do you think?" This was the ferryman on the River of Forgetfulness.

  "The path of humanity is vast and obscure, the path of immortality is desolate and barren, but the path of ghosts is joyful. I stand at the gate of human life. I have long since seen through it all - what's wrong with being an ordinary person?" This was said by the owner of the jade coffin.

  "Those who are born, merge with the pure yang, ascend to heaven and become immortals; those who die, sink into the extreme yin, remain on earth and become ghosts. I was born for you, why must I cling to a solitary and miserable existence? Go with you." This is the master of Fengyuan Tomb.

  Three people looked at each other and smiled, resolving 3,000 years of grudges and grievances.

  "He still has ten years of life, let's follow him and experience the mortal world together. Tianxie Guxing, but because of the transmigration of souls in the past, he suffered this disaster, we'll make up for it, let's go."

  Three figures quietly walked towards Cha Wenbin and reunited with him as if their souls had returned to their bodies.

  With their souls supplemented, those three will probably never come out again. They used the last bit of strength to gain rebirth on this fellow who was cloned back then, and the price for this rebirth is eternal disappearance. Next, Cha Wenbin will take over and live out the rest of his days.

  From then on, there were no more Taoist priests ferrying people across the River of Forgetfulness, from then on the Sealed Spring tomb would no longer lure souls back, and from then on a legendary emperor who had been passed down for thousands of years officially returned to history.

  But Cha Wenbin was reborn. Before long, he could open his eyes. Not long after that, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, a pain that came from the bottom of his heart!

  Zhe Luo stared intently at the lake surface, which was now churning and bubbling like boiling water, with a red glow reflected on its surface.

  Zha Wenbin struggled to get up and said: "The volcano is about to erupt, this is the volcanic mouth, we have to leave!"

  Go? Where to go? Down the mountain?

  I don't know where to go, sitting here is a dead end, this is what Cha Wenbin understands, for now the only plan is to run as far as possible, staying one more minute here will add another danger.

  "Get up!" Cha Wenbin kicked Zhu Xiong, who was crying uncontrollably. "Hurry up and get up, if you don't want to be a dead man!"

  This is not Zhu Xiong's fault, but it is indirectly died at his hands, this is an indisputable fact.

  Perhaps heaven pitied them, the earth stopped shaking, and this volcanic activity is the most unpredictable, when it will erupt, even if it is moving, maybe in a second, or maybe hundreds of thousands of years later.

  At last, they started down the mountain, with Zhuo Xiong carrying Old Wang's body on his back.

  "Aren't you leaving?" Cha Wenbin looked at the giant three-legged turtle in front of him.

  Its copper bell-sized eyes rolled around, and it swung its large tongue across Wen Bin's face before turning around and slowly walking to the lake.

  "After all, you and we are not from the same world, goodbye." Zhang Wenbin wanted to turn around and leave.

  "Goodbye!" It was a long-awaited cry, was it farewell? Zhang Wenbin's eyes moistened again.

  The three-legged frog exerted itself and jumped to the back of Cha Wenbin, its tongue wrapped around his neck, perhaps this was equivalent to a human hug, it was much smarter than ordinary people.

  Its tongue was so forceful that Zha Wenbin also felt warm. Zha Wenbin slowly turned around, stroking the familiar nose tip, at this moment he really didn't want to leave, just like this, die with it together.

  Slowly, the three-legged toad's tongue loosened, and its tongue gently probed into Zhang Wenbin's palm. The tip of the tongue curled up into a ball slowly opened, and a tadpole swam lively back and forth on the tip of the tongue.

  "What about me?" Zhang Wenbin asked.

  The three-legged frog blinked a few times, and Zhang Wenbin was overjoyed to carefully put the tadpole into the water bottle. The three-legged frog turned around and jumped in with a "plop", and that last "croak" echoed in the sky for a long time.

  Going up the mountain is easy, but coming down is difficult. This is really hard. Just going down the mountain, they walked for a whole night, until the golden light of dawn spilled onto the mountaintop on the second day, everything changed. The originally lush trees began to wither, and the leaves were like they had been roasted by a big fire. The heat was so intense that Zha Wenbin was left with only one tank top.

  They didn't have time to rest anymore, as the bomb behind them could explode at any moment.

  Once over this mountain, it will be all right.

  By noon, they finally reached the top of the mountain. Chaozi saw someone lying beside a well at a glance.

  "Cross meat face?" Chaozi was somewhat unbelievable, cross meat face facing the sky lying on the ground, his hand one tightly grasping that section of iron chain, and the other clenched into a fist.

  Cha Wenbin hastily went forward to check, "Still alive!"

  Looking up at the main peak opposite, Cha Wenbin understood that this well and Yaochi were connected.

  For some reason, that fist was clenched very tightly, and no matter how hard Chaozi tried to pry it open, he couldn't. Moreover, the chest of the man with a scarred face had a blurry patch of blood on it.

  Chaozi carefully used a dagger to cut open his clothes, and suddenly everyone was stunned. The layer of skin on his chest was gone!

  If it weren't for his exceptionally good physical condition, he would have either drowned or bled to death by now.

  Chao Zi and Zhuo Xiong quickly bandaged up his chest wound. This kind of injury required him to leave the mountain immediately.

  His face was too swollen, and Chaozi and Zhuoxiong could barely lift him. Chaowenbin was also injured, and Lao Wang...

  Zhe Luo had had enough of this place over the past few days and didn't want to stay a moment longer, let alone carry corpses.

  "Sorry, old Wang. I have no way to take you away. I want to bury you in the best feng shui place in China. If you are willing, just nod; if not, I'll think of another way."

  After finishing, Zha Wenbin threw a paper money into the air with one hand, and it slowly floated down, finally landing on Old Wang's lips. Zha Wenbin stretched out his hand again to gently brush over Old Wang's face, and when he looked again, Old Wang's eyes were finally closed...

  "It's here, I won't be picky either. You sleep here, this feng shui is sought after by all under the sky, next life you will definitely enjoy wealth and glory." Several people quickly dug a shallow pit on the ground, put Old Wang in a sleeping bag and buried him.

  No tombstone, no incense, no offerings, only a small mound of earth, this is the final resting place of Old Wang. He probably didn't even think that he would die at the hands of that mysterious person who had been risking his life for him all along.

  Unexpectedly, the mountainside has also changed. The thick cloud layer caused by the continuous mist has been swept away. They can see the river below the mountain and hear the sound of "gurgling" water. Not far away, they can even see a Qiang village.

  His face was severely injured, they didn't dare to delay, several people took turns carrying him with a simple stretcher, not stopping even at night, just rushing on the road, finally descending the mountain at dawn.

  The ground along the way still had bloodstains, Chaozi said that this was the den of the Snow Domain Wolf Spider, and those bloodstains were left behind by the missing people.

  Passing through the stone gate again, Cha Wenbin looked at the horizontal meat face on the stretcher and said: "Zhuo Xiong, you saw four people, I also saw four people. That's because only the four of us were standing. We only saw those who were standing, but didn't notice those who were lying down, just like we never paid attention to this brother before. We used to be too indifferent to him."

  As soon as they came out of the mountain gate, someone was already waiting for them. It was Yun Dazong, who led a long procession to kneel respectfully by the side of the road. Almost all the able-bodied people in the tribe had come.

  Because he saw the clouds and fog disperse for the first time, and also saw the true face of that great mountain for the first time. The light of the true dragon was overwhelming, only the descent of a true god would be like this.

  The people who were stumbling east and west were quickly lifted onto stretchers made of soft, warm animal hides. The tribespeople respectfully welcomed this group of people who had returned alive from the sacred mountain into their village.

  Zha Wenbin asked them to hurry up and rescue the dying Heng Roulian, whose breathing was about to disappear. Yun Dazong immediately sent Dashan into his own tent...

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