Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 384 Bone Burial Ground

The next morning, the carriage drove straight toward the colorless plain before them.

The moment the wheels rolled into this area, Lin Jiang felt as if he had entered a dreamlike realm.

Everything around quickly lost its vibrancy, the earth turned into a deep gray, the grass and trees were stained black, the original azure sky faded into a pure white, and the edges of the clouds were outlined with a few faint ink marks, flowing slowly in the sky with the wind.

This scene is exactly the same as the illusory realm that Liang Huashan created that day, almost identical.

Lin Jiang gazed around for a long time, but apart from this monotonous area of ​​color, he could not detect anything unusual.

Then, he turned his head and looked at the numbers one, two, three.

The person was also leaning against the window, quietly gazing at the vast wilderness outside.

Lin Jiang remembered seeing Yi Er San and Ye Wanzhuang appear together with Zhao Liulang's wife in the original fog. At that time, she had a cold expression, which was completely different from now.

"One, two, three, what kind of person is Ye Wanzhuang in your impression?"

Faced with Lin Jiang's sudden question, Yi Er San fell into a brief recollection.

"Ye Wanzhuang is a very quiet person. She wears only very simple clothes every day, and her long hair is tied up casually. Rouge and powder do not catch her eye, and she never cares about gorgeous clothes. Only the plain paper spread out in front of her, the brush between her fingers, and the finest ink can make her concentrate and sketch the scenery she sees."

As he said "one, two, three," his voice was filled with reminiscence:

"At that time, I met Ye Wanzhuang, Mu Yan, and I. By chance, the three of us met. Since we were all girls, we started to travel together and gradually developed a deep friendship."

"Ye Wanzhuang is the oldest. She possessed the ability to point stars at a very young age and was already walking in the world when the divine kingdom was first established. I really don't know how many years have passed. But she never boasts about it and treats us with no airs."

"Unfortunately……"

One, two, three's expressions darkened.

Although she didn't say it explicitly, Lin Jiang understood that the Mu Yan she mentioned was most likely Zhao Liulang's deceased wife.

The trio who once roamed the world under the bright moon are now all alone. She is still somewhat eccentric and her thoughts are not in a normal state.

Looking back at those moments that have long since settled in the river of time, how can one not feel a mix of emotions?

She collected her chaotic thoughts and silently gazed at the scroll that Lin Jiang had been holding in his hand.

"Young master, you've come here to assist Xiao Liang in finding clues about Ye Wanzhuang, right? It would be best if you personally asked Xiao Liang to come out and inquire about this matter. Since Ye Wanzhuang passed away, I've rarely come here, mostly paying my respects at the cenotaph in the city."

Yi Er San frankly stated that he was indeed unable to offer any help. Lin Jiang remained silent and simply picked up the scroll.

He gently shook the scroll and said:
"Master Liang, we have arrived. May we appear and describe the situation here?"

The scroll in Lin Jiang's hand trembled slightly and then unfurled on its own; colors gradually appeared on the originally blank scroll, instantly coalescing into the shape of Liang Huashan.

However, Liang Huashan looked much older than when Lin Jiang left the capital; his eyes also clearly revealed a hint of unease.

He composed himself, forced a smile, glanced sideways at the ink-black sea of ​​paintings outside the window, and hesitated for a moment.

After that, the person in the painting slowly opened their mouth, and some hazy, dreamlike voices began to emerge:
"This is the place where the Ye family once blocked the Divine City's iron cavalry. At that time, the leader of the iron cavalry had a cultivation level of over 1000, and his iron cavalry was like a flood, unstoppable. At the same time, the King of Zhou was besieged and the Zhou Kingdom was overthrown, so there was no way to send powerful cavalry to rescue him."

"That is why, even with the full strength of Daxing, it is impossible to confront this army head-on, and even His Majesty would find it difficult to withstand its onslaught."

"At this critical juncture when most of the old forces of the Divine City are struggling to survive, they actually intend to use a miraculous technique to isolate the four directions, seeking to make the Divine City forever secure in the sky and become an immortal body. Your Majesty urgently needs to gather strong people to stop their scheme, and this iron cavalry took advantage of this gap to rush towards Daxing."

"Countless soldiers belonging to Daxing racked their brains and tried desperately to stop this iron cavalry, but suffered heavy casualties."

"Until the very end..."

When Liang Huashan mentioned this, two lines of ink tears streamed down the face of the person in the painting.

"I never expected that Lady Ye would be so stubborn, choosing that dead end... If she hadn't been so determined to stay here, how could she have perished like this?"

My heart was filled with deep sorrow, and I was speechless for a moment. I could only sigh sadly. After a long while, I finally murmured:

"If you continue along this road, you will see a deep lake. It is a strange phenomenon left behind by Master Ye after his death. However, around the lake, you will occasionally see mounted soldiers, who are all transformed from the fallen cavalrymen."

"They are extremely fierce. Even with my limited skills, I cannot confront them head-on. I can only avoid them for now and wait for them to leave before I go to pay my respects to Master Ye."

After hearing what Liang Huashan said, Lin Jiang also rolled up the car window and looked out.

The world, now reduced to black and white, seemed to be stained with blood before his eyes.

Too many lives have been lost here.

Not just Ye Wanzhuang, nor just those iron cavalry.

Countless stars.

Currently, the top-tier combat power that is extremely rare in Daxingdu has been annihilated in this battle.

Their blood and cultivation intertwined, their skills and techniques long since vanished into dust.

All that remains is this strange sight of the wilderness.

Having calmed himself down, and with Liang Huashan pointing him in the right direction, he immediately ordered Yu Wenyun to drive the car towards the deep lake.

Along the way, Lin Jiang did hear the clatter of hooves. When he peered out, he saw a blur of iron cavalry sweeping across the distant horizon. Some of the riders were blowing war horns, as if charging towards an enemy that could never be defeated and would never compromise.

Lin Jiang stared at the group of cavalry and realized that they seemed to have no self-awareness and were wandering around blindly.

Their carriage was quite far away, and for the time being, it did not attract the attention of the cavalry. Lin Jiang also clearly noticed that, just as Liang Huashan had said, the cavalry could even disturb the flow of Qi around them when they moved.

If they were to actually engage in combat, Lin Jiang was confident that he could kill most of the cavalry. However, the enemy was overwhelming in number, and even with his golden body, he felt that he might be knocked away by this group of iron cavalry.

So he simply waited there, watching the mighty cavalry vanish in a cloud of dust before the carriage continued on its way. As the inky blackness of the sky flowed by like water, Lin Jiang finally caught a glimpse of a lake emerging on the horizon.

Just like before, this lake was completely devoid of color, with only a few dark streaks dotting its edges.

Lin Jiang, holding a scroll, slowly stepped down from the carriage and stood beside the ink-black lake.

The open scroll faces the lake, and within it, Liang Huashan silently sheds two clear tears.

The ginseng seedlings quietly emerged from Lin Jiang's sleeve and gracefully climbed onto his shoulder.

She stood quietly on his shoulder, gazing into the distance.

After gazing for a long time, he finally said with a hint of disappointment:

There's nothing here.

Lin Jiang was indeed completely unaware; even when he used his observation skills, he could clearly sense that the place was empty.

Only a faint Qi was flowing slowly.

It was as if this place had lost its original charm and turned into an ordinary wasteland.

A hint of sadness was clearly visible between Xiao Shanshen's brows.

One of the main reasons she came out of seclusion was to find Ye Wanzhuang. When she heard Liang Huashan say that Ye Wanzhuang had passed away, although she firmly believed that this was true, she still harbored a deep obsession in her heart.

What if?
What if Ye Wanzhuang really manages to regain her life through these means?

There are indeed many such scenes in storytellers' tales.

However, it was only at this moment that Xiaoshan Shen truly believed that this was just wishful thinking on his part.

This place is indeed completely empty.

She jumped off Lin Jiang's shoulder and slowly walked towards the lakeside.

Across a pool of clear water, Xiaocan gazed at the scene before him, whispering softly:
"Um...Ms. Ye, I...I'm doing very well."

That was all she wanted to say.

I recall a day when a spiritual practitioner was passing through the deep mountains and happened to catch a glimpse of a small ginseng plant that was just beginning to show signs of spiritual growth next to an ancient tree, and suddenly became quite interested in it.

She raised her hand and lightly tapped Xiaoshanshen's face twice with her fingertips.

From then on, this small mountain ginseng came into existence.

In her eyes, Ye Wanzhuang was like her birth mother in a certain sense.

Even though she never saw her true face, she still wants to say something across the years:
"I am doing well now."

Xiao Shanshen stood on the lake shore, gazing down at his reflection in the water. His gaze fell upon the face painted with a brush, and he quietly began to use his magic.

Her body visibly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, she transformed into that little girl.

Kneeling on the lakeside, Xiaoshan Shen gazed at his reflection in the water, as if confiding in the figure in the lake:

"Look, I can even transform into human form now. Pretty amazing, right?"

Before the words were finished, the reflection in the lake seemed to respond, "Indeed impressive."

Little Ginseng: "?"

She was stunned.

what happened?

Confused, the lake suddenly rippled and trembled. Lin Jiang reacted swiftly, pulling her back into his arms. The entire lake then split open, instantly dividing in two.

All eyes turned to the scroll in Lin Jiang's hand. Inside the scroll, Liang Huashan's expression froze, clearly seeing such a sight for the first time.

However, this initial shock quickly turned into ecstasy.

This is the first time in all these years that he has seen something different.

What does this mean?
This represents hope!

Liang Huashan in the scroll flickered a few times and actually struggled out of the painting!

He swayed as he steadied himself, but appeared unusually weak.

Lin Jiang clearly realized that the Lianghua Mountain in front of him was definitely the real Lianghua Mountain!
Without having learned the method of long-distance teleportation, he must have used some secret technique and paid a price to forcibly pull himself here.

Seeing his haggard appearance, Lin Jiang felt that the price Liang Huashan had paid was probably not small.

But Liang Huashan didn't care about any of this.

He stared motionlessly at the lake before him.

The lake was suddenly divided in two.

Everyone instinctively turned towards the bottom of the lake.

A dazzling, radiant light was reflected in the deep lake.

A stream appeared in the lake.
A road that winds its way downhill.

(End of this chapter)