Shang Beiyu nodded slightly and turned to return to the palace.
"Your Majesty, aren't you going to send someone to the Kingdom of Jialuo to find Princess Chonghe?" Little Cocoon asked again, trying to ingratiate herself.
"No, the area from Gara Kingdom to Linghai and Cuiwei Snowfield is roughly where the gods once lived. That region is filled with a mysterious aura, which I dislike very much." Shang Beiyu said casually as he walked back to the palace. "Their cultivation speed is faster than I expected. During this time, I need to properly refine and transform this mediocre body."
Besides, those two interesting little fellows are still in my hands. I'm sure my little ones will come to me on their own.
"Your Excellency is wise!" Little Cocoon admired Shang Beiyu to the point of prostration.
To be able to control even one's own preferences so perfectly, Your Majesty truly deserves to be the Demon Lord who rules the Demon Realm.
Ji Chenhai, Wuying, Wuhen, and Xique knew that they had just brushed shoulders with death.
But they didn't know they had come so close to death!
Without much hesitation, the four left the capital and returned to Chengdu overnight.
Deep in the emerald snowfield.
Ji Fengyao, Shang Xiye, Ji Fengming, Hei Xiao, Wanqi Kafu, and Ma Chengrao, a group of six, quickly crossed the second snow mountain range and arrived at an area on the landmark map that was not clearly marked.
Upon approaching this area, Ji Fengyao, Shang Xiye, Ji Fengming, and Hei Xiaoren immediately sensed that the air currents here were extremely violent.
Even though they used their spiritual power to create a barrier around their flying swords, the fluctuating airflow still caused their swords to shake violently.
Terrified, Ma Chengrao simply squatted on the flying sword and clung tightly to Ji Fengming's leg.
Black Owl glanced at him frequently, a flickering flame in his eyes.
Ji Fengming was also furious, but in this unstable high altitude, he couldn't really let Ma Chengrao kick him down.
"Kaf, hold me tight," Ji Fengyao instructed Wanqi Kaf behind her to prevent her from falling.
"Okay," Wanqikafu hugged Ji Fengyao tightly, and playfully stuck out her tongue at Shang Xiye, who was looking over.
That radiant, playful smile seemed to be a challenge to Shang Xiye, as she said:
"Big cousin, I did hug your wife, so what? If you're not happy about it, come and hit me!"
Shang Xiye: "..." He turned his head away angrily.
During this special time, don't get angry, don't get angry, out of sight, out of mind!
The group flew forward for a while longer, and the increasingly violent air currents almost overturned the flying sword.
“The air currents here are too violent; we can no longer travel on our swords, or it will be dangerous,” Ji Fengyao said to everyone, and took the lead in lowering herself down on her sword: “Let’s go down.”
Shang Xiye, Ji Fengming, and Hei Xiao followed closely behind, and the group quickly landed on the ground.
The sight before them stunned everyone.
I originally thought the phrase "half heaven, half hell" was just a literary metaphor, but I never expected it to be a true description of this place.
Before them:
To the left is a vast plain dotted with lush green grass and colorful flowers, where butterflies dance, bees fly, rabbits and birds frolic, a scene of tranquil beauty.
To the right, however, lay a deep, scorched pit, with charcoal trees standing tall, and dark red, molten lava flowing through the deep ravines and jagged rocks—a scene straight out of a post-apocalyptic hell.
Ji Fengyao, Shang Xiye, Ji Fengming, and Hei Xiao could clearly sense that there was an invisible, transparent barrier separating the two places, preventing the energy at the bottom of the two sides from communicating and allowing it to rise.
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