Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 410 Heading Up the Mountain
This was the first time Lin Jiang had truly felt unwell.

Even when he fought Zhao Liulang, he only felt a stinging sensation on his skin.

That kind of situation wasn't considered painful; at most, it was just ordinary battle damage. However, at this moment, he felt as if he had a high fever, his whole body burning hot, and every corner of him was filled with an indescribable discomfort.

If I had to describe it, it was like being plagued by a high fever, mixed with a slight hangover.

Lin Jiang was preoccupied with his own thoughts. He suddenly turned his head and saw that Jiang Jinyue's originally blank eyes were gradually becoming unfocused and lost in thought.

Seeing that she was about to fall, Xiaoshan Shen rushed behind her and firmly supported her.

Even so, Jiang Jinyue had completely fainted.

Lin Jiang was still unaware of the reason, so he could only temporarily instruct Yi Er San and Xiao Shan Shen to help Jiang Jin Yue into the carriage.

After this matter was settled, he looked up at the majestic immortal mountain.

The mist cascading down from the top of the sacred mountain might be difficult for ordinary people to detect, but he could feel it with exceptional clarity.

Those mists were the original fog.

At the same time, Lin Jiang could see a faint outline floating on the mountaintop.

Lin Jiang could feel the little golden figures inside his body were restless, and it was their abnormal movements that were interfering with the circulation of his Qi.

He immediately sank into the inner palace to calm the little golden figures, so that they would not be unable to exert their full strength in case of an accident.

The little golden figures gradually calmed down after receiving his instructions, but Lin Jiang could still clearly sense the lingering "anxiety," or even tension.

Once his mind had returned to normal, Lin Jiang looked at Prince Qi beside him. A hint of almost greedy longing flashed across the latter's face:

"The sacred mountain... I have searched for it for many years, and today I have finally seen it."

King Qi then turned his head to look at Lin Jiang:

"The girl next to you just now seemed to have something to say, as if the immortal mountain opened ahead of schedule because of her."

"I am not very sure……"

"It's because of the abnormal soul within her body." Recalling the past, a strange look flashed across King Qi's face as he turned his gaze to Lin Jiang: "I remember that soul seemed hostile towards you. And you... what connection do you have with this immortal mountain?"

Lin Jiang remained silent for a long time, and finally gave the most prudent answer:
"I do not know."

He really doesn't know.

The one connected to the immortal mountain is the little golden man, but the little golden man remains silent. How could he possibly know?

Forced speculation?

inappropriate.

"Let's go up and take a look first. What we don't know now, we might find out when we get there."

King Qi did not press Lin Jiang further. Instead of boarding a boat, he walked straight up the mountain. Lin Jiang glanced at Yu Wenyun and followed behind.

Yu Wenyun felt it would be a waste to abandon the carriage, so he simply got on and urged the two fast horses to go up the mountain together.

The two horses blinked their slightly cloudy eyes, gazing at the mountain peak. As if sensing the mountain's extraordinary nature, they became unusually docile and quiet.

The most troublesome of them were the two noisy demonic cores to the left of the small ginseng.

"Where are we? Where have we been brought?" Babaili stared blankly at the long mountain road outside.

Huang Erduo remained silent, but from his slightly trembling demon core, one could sense that the demon core was in a very turbulent state of mind.

The two demon cores heard the conversation clearly.

But hearing it is one thing, understanding it is another.

They were filled with confusion at that moment.

Is this sacred mountain truly the abode of the legendary immortal?

He dared not think too deeply about the two demon cores.

As the group ventured deeper into the thick fog, their figures slowly dissolved into it.

However, the immortal mountain has not been closed and remains open, radiating a faint immortal light.

In the distant wilderness, several barbarians also witnessed this scene, their faces showing astonishment. Many of them had just escaped from the meat grinder-like city and dared not approach this sudden celestial phenomenon.

Of course, there were also those who were too bold. Perhaps they had never personally experienced the bloodshed of a head-on confrontation in the city. Feeling that they had some skills, they casually carried some dry food and headed straight for the mountains, figuring out whether they could gain some benefits from it.

Behind this group of barbarians, some strange phenomena suddenly arose from a valley in the distance.

At the height of daylight, when it was the bright midday sun, a dark night suddenly descended upon the valley.

Several trees mysteriously grew on both sides of the valley, and a pedestrian slowly emerged from the long road shrouded in darkness.

These people were Li Fuqi and Donkey Head's group.

After leaving the forest, Li Fuqi looked back at the accompanying group. He counted the heads one by one, and only after confirming that no one was missing did he nod in satisfaction.

Donkey Head brought quite a few officers with him this time. Under normal circumstances, it's inevitable that outsiders will encounter accidents when they first walk this path. Whether it's because they don't listen or for other reasons, one or two of them might be lost.

Li Fuqi once thought that this path itself had the ability to disturb people's minds and cause confusion, but what he saw today was indeed the result of his previous lack of human compassion.

If one's cultivation is deep enough, it seems they won't be led astray by the path.

After checking the person, Li Fuqi turned his gaze back to the front, his brows quickly furrowing slightly.

He saw a misty haze in the distance, obscuring everything in sight, and deep within that haze, a dazzling light was slowly shimmering.

Even with his level of cultivation, just a glimpse was enough to cause a very slight "tremor" in his heart.

"That's the sacred mountain?"

The donkey-head hood, which was tilted to one side, also turned in that direction.

He had clearly been staring intently for a long time, and finally slowly nodded:
"That must be it. It seems we've arrived at the perfect time, just as this immortal mountain is opening." "There's a saying in the old divine city: 'It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early.' Now that the immortal mountain is open before us, isn't it as if the immortals are inviting us to enter?"

After Li Fuqi finished speaking, his entourage burst into laughter, clearly agreeing with him.

But Donkey Head remained silent, his gaze fixed on the sacred mountain.

The time doesn't match up.

This was completely different from the time he had predicted.

According to his estimation, the sacred mountain will not officially open for at least another month.

The only possibility for this premature opening is that someone has already opened it beforehand.

Who else could it be?

Lin Jiang and his group!
Donkey Head felt a slight, dull pain in his forehead again.

Fortunately, Li Fuqi and his group were clearly in high spirits, and without Donkey Head having to do anything extra, they naturally headed towards the Immortal Mountain.

The group was small, and without further delay, they immediately headed towards the immortal mountain.

Soon, they arrived at the foot of the sacred mountain. Donkey Head looked up at the towering peak, his expression almost unreadable beneath his hood.

Hopefully, there's no one on this mountain right now.

Donkey Head sighed inwardly, then slowly made his way up the mountain.

Soon, they disappeared along the mountain road without a trace.

However, not long afterward, a rustling and vibrating sound came from the side of the mountain road.

A figure gradually appeared in the air.

His skin was brown, his hair was slightly curly, and he wore the kind of coarse linen coat commonly seen on Gobi Desert scavengers. However, his face was expressionless and even looked a bit stiff.

This person is the one who cuts off all ties.

Looking up at the long road before him, Duan Libie's usually unchanging brows furrowed slightly.
"Why are there so many people this time?"

Muttering a few words, Duan Libie reached out and took out the ring, letting out a cold snort:
"Entering the sacred mountain without an index is tantamount to courting death."

After saying that, he didn't hesitate any longer and walked directly towards the long staircase in front of him.

……

Lin Jiang and his group couldn't say how far they had gone.

After stepping into the thick fog of the sacred mountain, the sense of distance around us became noticeably distorted, the originally bright scenery gradually dimmed, and the roads on both sides of the mountain quietly disappeared.

This was clearly no longer the mountain range seen from the outside, but rather a hazy and mysterious place.

Finally, they arrived at a wall of thick fog.

Lin Jiang approached the wall and realized that the fog wall was not meant to block the way forward, but rather seemed to be an inner door to identify those who came.

Above the mist wall, wisps of Qi flowed into Lin Jiang's body, while the little golden figure inside him climbed up along the meridians and reached the surface of Lin Jiang's skin.

The aura from the wall seeped into Lin Jiang's skin, and the little golden man extended a finger to lightly touch that aura.

The next moment, the little golden man seemed to establish some kind of connection with that aura, and the fog wall in front of him hummed and slowly cracked open in the center, spreading to both sides.

Before Lin Jiang and his group lay a unique and spacious scene.

The staircase still extends upwards, but the soil connecting the two sides is not that of an ordinary mountain.

On either side of this wide staircase is a vast expanse of darkness, as dark as a starry sea.

Lin Jiang looked out and clearly saw twinkling starlight in the darkness; he looked toward the light and found that it was not a star suspended in the air, but some paper lanterns floating in mid-air.

These lanterns, resembling Kongming lanterns, are somehow fixed in the darkness. They seem to be floating lightly at a specific angle, flowing upwards like a tide.

The scene was exceptionally beautiful, but after looking at it for a while, an indescribable sense of unease and a nameless fear would rise from the bottom of one's heart.

But without a doubt, once you reach this place, you have truly entered the interior of the sacred mountain.

The three people outside the carriage exchanged glances. Lin Jiang stepped back and went to the back of the carriage. There was a protruding wooden chair there. He sat down and took charge of guarding the area in case of any unexpected events at the rear.

King Qi sat down beside Yu Wenyun, who drove the carriage. The three of them formed a triangle and traveled along the road.

The wheels are specially made; when infused with Qi, they condense into a gel-like substance, so that even when traveling on these gentle steps, there is no bump or jolt.

As we continued up the long staircase, the surrounding area was eerily quiet.

Only the intermittent conversation between Yu Wenyun and the King of Qi, the sound of horses' hooves and wheels broke the silence; otherwise, almost no other sounds could be heard.

After walking along the long corridor for a while, King Qi suddenly exclaimed in surprise:
"Holy crap, what is that?"

Lin Jiang immediately turned to the side and looked out from the side of the carriage.

In that black void, beyond the faint light of the lanterns, many strangely shaped "statues" suddenly appeared.

The statues appear to be made of stone, and most of them are enormous, floating silently in this void of darkness.

The statues are either dressed in monks' robes or Taoist robes, resembling monks or Taoist priests, and often posed in strange postures.

Cracks covered its entire surface, clearly indicating years of decay. A single glance was enough to evoke a sense of eeriness and dread.

Just as Lin Jiang was frowning and staring at the statues, he suddenly noticed...

All the statues opened their eyes.

They kept their eyes fixed on the direction of Lin Jiang and his group.

(End of this chapter)