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The Green-Clad Immortal had already left, leaving only two monsters staring at each other inside the cave.

They remained silent, waiting until the moon rose in the east and the sun set in the west.

Another heavy rain fell, followed by a gust of biting wind.

Several days later, the two monsters finally spoke.

"Was the Taoist in green robes really that skilled before?"

In their minds, the Taoist priest in green robes was a mediocre, unorthodox Taoist. Their knowledge of him was limited to his minor skills of drawing talismans with cinnabar or controlling ghosts, which he used to bully others and earn money from the surrounding people's offerings.

"Perhaps something went wrong, or perhaps..."

The two monsters suddenly fell silent.

The temperaments of demons and monsters are too different; who knows if the other side is deliberately hiding its strength and playing some kind of game here?

But one thing they were very clear about was that this was not a place to stay for long.

On the other side, Tan Wenjie lightly flicked his whisk and walked quickly. His cloth shoes lightly touched the sparse lawn with green shoots growing on it. His body was as if he was stepping on a cloud as light as a feather. With a slight push of his toes, he leaped forward four or five zhang. With another push, he disappeared into the dense forest in a swaying motion.

Several hundred years ago, seven-colored mountains descended from the sky, suppressing a green snake spirit with nearly ten thousand years of cultivation beneath them.

"I never imagined that this world would be completely corrupted by the abyss and become a world that belongs only to the abyss."

After all, he had concealed his true identity and used the Seed of the Abyss to come to this world. Unlike before, when he went on business trips, he always represented the righteous path to subdue demons and monsters, but now, he could even be described as a demon and evil spirit that wreaks havoc on the region.

Perhaps we can find out the origins of the Abyss's forces here, and what they intend to do.

This force is like a sword hanging over one's head; it cannot be completely ignored.

In the blink of an eye, Tan Wenjie had thoroughly investigated the forces within a radius of several hundred miles.

Three towering mountains stand like pillars stabilizing the sea, surrounded by six towering peaks that pierce the clouds, with countless small hills stretching below.

Standing upwind and downwind, gazing into the distance, one can see a purple shadow, like a jeweled screen, spreading down from the mountaintop and flowing into the depths of the valley along the slope.

Under the moonlight, the shadows of the trees swayed, as if one had fallen into a ghostly realm.

As you step forward and venture deeper into the area, you discover a picturesque scene, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, where you feel no danger whatsoever.

Compared to formations created by using magic to move mountains and fill seas, the terrain formed by nature is more silent and full of killing intent.

The night was pitch black; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Of the six towering peaks, one is located by the water.

The environment here is completely different from other places. Life is extinguished. The entire mountain is bare. The tree trunks are as hard as iron, yet they have no leaves. They resemble emaciated old men who have become mummies.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, there is an ancient well with a bottomless depth.

As Tan Wenjie approached, the water in the ancient well began to bubble and gurgle, accompanied by a muffled splashing sound.

He leaned forward slightly and looked down. He saw a deafening explosion erupt inside, sending water columns more than three feet high into the air. A crimson dragon, its body bound by iron chains, emerged, its gaping maw ready to swallow Tan Wenjie whole.

However, just as his teeth were about to touch Tan Wenjie, a finger gently flicked the dragon's mouth.

"Ow—!"

The red dragon spat out its blood, howled in agony, and collapsed to the ground. When it looked up at the Taoist in green before it, its bloodshot dragon eyes were filled with intense fear.

"What's your name?" Tan Wenjie asked, bending down.

It was as if what stood before him was not a monstrous dragon capable of devouring human lives, but a pitiful little dog.

"Roar!" The red dragon opened its mouth and let out a fierce but cowardly whimpering roar.

"I'm a Taoist priest on the other side of the mountain. There's a temple called Changsheng Temple there, do you know that?"

Red Dragon: "..."

He wanted to say something about a Taoist temple he'd never heard of, but fearing the other party's terrifying supernatural power—that a mere flick of the finger could severely injure him—he nodded repeatedly to indicate that he had heard of it.

“The Temple of Longevity can only cover a radius of 10 li, you’re lying.” As he spoke, Tan Wenjie raised his finger and was about to poke forward again.

Upon seeing this, Chi Long quickly shook his head, indicating that he was lying.

"What I admire most are those with integrity, and what I despise most are fickle and treacherous people."

Red Dragon: "..."

So should I nod or shake my head?
It opened its mouth and let out a whimper, as if trying to express its attitude, but then it saw the Taoist in blue robes in front of it look as if it had suddenly realized something.

"Oh, how did you know I was just missing a mount?"

Red Dragon: "?"

He wanted to say that he would rather die than comply, but strangely, he couldn't help but nod repeatedly.

Perhaps this is the will to survive.

"Alright, enough of the small talk. Let's talk about the local situation."

Even if Tan Wenjie did not completely erase the consciousness and memories of the Taoist in green, he would not be able to obtain much useful information.

The red dragon opened its mouth and managed to let out a weak howl.

"So the transverse bone hasn't been refined yet, and it can't speak human language."

Tan Wenjie shook his right cloth shoe, and the shoe transformed into a dragon upon landing.

Red Dragon: (Shocked!)

With such a terrifying ancestor under your command, why didn't you release him sooner? And do you really need a trash mount like me?

As Chi Long hesitated, he glanced at Tan Wenjie's right foot again, and an uncontrollable suspicion arose in his mind: this was probably the opponent's secret weapon.

He had only heard of such magical treasures that could transform into life forms in legends about gods.

When questioned by the eight-headed dragon, the red dragon told him everything it knew.

It turns out that he was once a small carp. After leaping over the Dragon Gate, he transformed into a red dragon. However, he did not expect that when he ascended to the Heavenly Court, he would commit a terrible mistake and be bound by chains by the Heavenly Court officials and dragged to the Imperial Kitchen.

However, at the crucial moment, something seemed to happen in the heavens, and the red dragon took the opportunity to escape from the heavenly court, falling into the mountains and hiding in a well.

"This is no ordinary well water; it can relieve the pain caused by the daily burning of the celestial official chains on my body."

When mentioning the well water where he hid, Chilong's face still carried a hint of pride.

Tan Wenjie raised his hand and flicked it gently. A water ball gathered in his palm and spun rapidly, but it was restricted by his magic power and could not be flung out a single drop.

"I see."

It turns out to be the mountain spring water used by immortals to refine elixirs and weapons. It's not particularly precious, but ordinary mortals and monsters have no chance to see it.

As for the chains on the red dragon, they were even simpler. They were just chains used by celestial beings to restrain poultry and livestock, wrapped with some true yang flames. Compared to the legendary dragon-binding ropes and immortal-binding ropes, they were far inferior.

It seems that the so-called carp leaping over the dragon gate was not a selection of true dragons from the beginning, but rather a selection of ingredients for the Heavenly Court.

The Crimson Dragon continued, "Each of the six mountain peaks has a demon, each with formidable abilities, yet none dare provoke me. After all, my dragon identity exerts a natural pressure on the other demons. As for the three great mountains, each has a powerful demon whose true form is unknown, but it is said to have joined the immortal sect and protects the safety of the region. This powerful demon once said that we must never set foot in the human world, but only roam freely in this demon-filled area of ​​our mountains, because none of us are particularly capable. As demons, we only need to eat the flesh and blood of small, unintelligent mountain beasts; we have little need for human flesh and blood, so we all obediently stay within our own little territory."

The six demons dwelling on the six mountain peaks, though already possessing considerable power, had only come to this remote and secluded place because they had provoked some formidable enemies outside. Simply surviving was already a blessing from heaven; why would they willingly venture out to provoke further trouble and lose their hard-won lives?

Tan Wenjie nodded, finding his words reasonable.

However, he also gleaned some of the most crucial pieces of information.

One of them is that these monsters who can summon wind and rain and fly and escape from the earth dare not go to the human world in order to survive. So what about the human world?
Clearly, to resolve his doubts, he must seek out the powerful demon among the three mountains who is said to have joined the immortal sect.

Tan Wenjie glanced at Chi Long, then waved his hand and severed the chain around his neck.

As for the chains wrapped around his limbs, tail, and other parts, they had long since become fused with his bones due to the long-term interaction with his flesh and blood, making them difficult to separate. Forcibly cutting them off would only damage his flesh and blood.

The red dragon, ironically, benefited from the misfortune.

Aside from the slight pain caused by the chains pulling on bones and flesh during physical activity, the celestial fire inherent in the chains transformed it into a fire dragon.

These flames were nothing to a truly powerful Heavenly General with real cultivation.

Especially when it hits Tan Wenjie, it leaves no scars at all. But for Chi Long, whose foundation is shallow, this is a rare and precious magical treasure. He would probably never be able to master such a supernatural power even if he spent his whole life on it.

After escaping, Chi Long did not leave, but instead prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly to Tan Wenjie.

It was because he had experienced enough hardships that the Red Dragon knew he had to seize the opportunity before him.

After Tan Wenjie put away the shoes, he casually grabbed the Red Dragon as if it were being pulled by a thick red rope, and flew towards the three mountains.

The mountains were filled with demonic energy. When Tan Wenjie and Chilong approached, they found that the surroundings were completely covered by a purplish-black demonic mist, making it impossible to see their own hands in front of their faces.

He waved his sleeve, and as the air currents rippled, the purple demonic mist surged and billowed, as if they had arrived at a place where life had ceased. Further ahead, there was a pair of scarlet lanterns hanging high, two or three stories high. Then, an angry snort came, and a ferocious python emerged from the thick purple-black mist.

"Who goes there?" The voice was deep and muffled, like that of an old man.

"The Temple of Longevity, the Immortal in Green Robes."

The python was taken aback; it had never heard of this name before.

A sudden gust of yellow wind swept in, splitting the thick, muddy purple demonic mist, revealing a tall, handsome Taoist priest in green robes, whose whisk resembled a sharp sword.

Behind it, a crimson dragon, its body wrapped in chains of true yang fire, twisted its blood-soaked form.

The python knew at a glance that it was no match for the Taoist in green before it, and its body trembled involuntarily. It couldn't help but recall the scene when it accidentally glimpsed a great immortal arriving on a cloud when it was studying at the immortal sect.

The other party only glanced at him, but that one glance instilled in him endless fear of gods.

"Greetings, Immortal." The python pressed its head to the ground almost without hesitation.

Since the other party was very cooperative, Tan Wenjie did not stand on ceremony and asked everything he wanted to know.

However, the available information he had was very limited.

The python itself couldn't explain why it was afraid to go to the human world. It only knew that its area was filled with demonic energy, so humans dared not approach it without permission. It seemed that the gods and Buddhas didn't care about them either, as this place had become a no-man's-land.

"That's Calabash Mountain." The python led Tan Wenjie to the top of the mountain where they were. It turned out that there was a small mountain in the middle of the three mountains.

The mountain is divided into seven colors, and over time, moss has grown in the gaps between the different colors.

"I heard that there was a divine mountain that descended from the sky to destroy demons when I came here, but all I found was this seemingly ordinary seven-colored mountain."

Compared to sacred mountains and blessed lands that are naturally imbued with precious light or nurture magical treasures, the Seven-Colored Peaks are indeed quite ordinary.

"It is easier to calm one's mind when practicing in this place."

Tan Wenjie leaped to the front of the Seven-Colored Mountain. He raised his hand and gently touched the huge red rock at the foot of the mountain. There was no reaction at all. He could even tear off a piece with a gentle pry.

It's unclear whether the Calabash Brothers completely lost their power after the world was thoroughly invaded and corrupted by the abyss, or whether they had already completed their mission and chosen to return to heaven.

With things having come to this point, Tan Wenjie waved his hand, and his demons and monsters instantly occupied the entire mountaintop.

It was pitch black, with ghostly winds howling and demonic energy permeating the air, causing the poisonous miasma of the entire mountain to tremble.

The red dragon was already cowering on the ground, trembling, too afraid to move.

Even pythons with higher cultivation levels would almost droop their heads to the ground when they saw these fierce and menacing figures.

He was now certain that even the celestial being he had only glimpsed briefly was nothing more than a nobody who would flee in terror in the face of these powerful figures.

"I'm leaving this place to you to manage," Tan Wenjie casually instructed.

He wanted to travel to the human world to see what was so strange about the dangerous place the python had mentioned.

I must see the gods and monsters of this world.

Tan Wenjie maintained his identity as the Taoist in green robes, since in this abyss base camp world, it was easier for him to gain trust by being an evil Taoist.

The world of monsters and the world of humans seemed completely separate. After Tan Wenjie had walked for most of the day in the direction indicated by the python, the demonic aura instantly dissipated, revealing a narrow path and a solitary, towering hill ahead.

He carried his whisk forward, and just as he reached the hillside, he saw a little monk in red robes slowly descending with a bucket of water.

The little monk in red stopped when he saw Tan Wenjie, chanting Amitabha Buddha.

"May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings," Tan Wenjie asked. "May I ask, young master, are there any people living on this mountain?"

“Amitabha Buddha, there is an abandoned temple on the mountain, uninhabited. This humble monk has been traveling here and has decided to stay here.”

"As darkness is approaching, may I borrow this humble abode to rest for the night?"

"Of course, please, Taoist priest."

"Young master, where are we going...?"

“There is no water or well in the mountains, so I’m going to fetch water.” The little monk in red said, picking up the load he had just put down and looking at Tan Wenjie.

Tan Wenjie instantly understood his meaning and said, "I have already abstained from grains and do not need to drink water or eat. Little master, you don't need to worry about me."

The young monk gave an embarrassed smile upon hearing this: "Haha, this humble monk was just about to make another trip to fetch water for the Taoist priest."

It's not right to say that you really don't want others to drink the water you painstakingly carried up the mountain, and that you just wanted Tan Wenjie to fetch the water himself. As for the talk of fasting and not eating, the little monk didn't take it seriously.

As long as I don't drink the water that I painstakingly carried up the mountain, it's fine.

The temple had enough rooms, and although they were a bit dilapidated, they were enough for Tan Wenjie to have a place to stay.

After the young monk had eaten and drunk his fill that evening, he chatted with Tan Wenjie.

When it comes to the mundane world, the young monk can often say a few words, but he can't go into depth. When he travels around, he keeps his master's orders in mind and doesn't get too entangled with ordinary people.

Seeing that he couldn't get anything useful out of the conversation, Tan Wenjie decided to say goodbye and leave the next day.

I didn't sleep well that night.

The young monk couldn't calm his mind to chant sutras while striking the wooden fish, because the rats were too rampant; he spent the entire night chasing away the rats that were stealing lamp oil.

The next morning, as Tan Wenjie was preparing to leave, he saw a tall monk in blue robes appear at the temple gate. (End of Chapter)