"What are you doing?" Wen Yan asked.
"Do you know the Mountain Lord?"
"I don’t know..." the Sparrow Cat mumbled, and after these few words, it tilted its head and fell asleep again.
Wen Yan hesitated for a mont but still picked up the Sparrow Cat and took it to the car.
He really couldn’t see why such a weak creature could be the Mountain Lord’s Natural Enemy.
There indeed are Natural Enemies, but that’s usually the case when their strengths are not vastly different.
But since it could appear as a Temporary Ability, it proved that it must be useful sohow.
Wen Yan still took Sparrow Cat with him, just in case.
When he arrived near Crouching Tiger Mountain again, Wen Yan had bought a lot of food on the way.
The raging river was still continuously drawing water from West River, its flow incessantly pouring into Crouching Tiger Mountain.
The sky was shrouded in dark clouds, and it still hadn’t stopped raining.
Wen Yan let Sparrow Cat eat so of the food first. This creature didn’t care about anything else and didn’t ask why—as long as there was food, it would eat.
Upon arriving at the location, Wen Yan took the food and went to et the two Taoist priests from Dragon Tiger Mountain and the Disciples who had co with them to assist.
He brought a whole bunch of food, making sure everyone had their fill. Only when they really couldn’t eat anymore did Wen Yan feel a bit more at ease.
Ever since equipping the "Grandmother" Temporary Ability, the side effects had appeared first, causing an extrely strong urge to feed those around him.
Only when he was thoroughly certain that the others were stuffed and couldn’t eat any more would this impulse dissipate.
「Ti trickled by until after sunset.」
In the Nether Soul Realm, the river was already surging with thunder and lightning.
A new great river had ford, descending from the heavens, running through the entire Nether Soul Realm and eventually returning to its origin, forming a complete cycle.
By now, almost all of King Guilong’s Power could enter.
The Mountain Lord waved his hand, and the Rakshasa Bird soared along the river, flying upstream against the current.
"It’s starting."
He stepped into the water, walking against the flow on its surface.
With every step he took, he saw the gleaming thunder in the water attaching to him, continuously shocking his Soul Body.
This river had ford a complete great cycle. He began to move upstream from its endpoint, which was also its starting point, stepping through the entire river one step at a ti.
As he advanced, thunder refined him continuously, and traces of vitality began to erge.
Only after making a full circle did he begin to ascend the enormous waterfall that cascaded from the sky, going against its current.
At this point, the thunder and resistance he had to endure increased. Correspondingly, the refinent effects improved, and more and more vitality surged through his body.
Now, he couldn’t stop. King Guilong knew he had beco the Mountain Lord’s tribulation, but he couldn’t stop either.
At this mont, if they stopped the Mountain Lord, his efforts would be in vain. But if they couldn’t stop him, the Mountain Lord would reconstruct his physical body and return.
Under the night sky, the thunder grew louder, and all the paths nearby had already been sealed off.
In a graveyard within the mountains, a tombstone suddenly split open. A little ghost dug its way out of the ground. Hoisting a hoe, it, CHUNK, CHUNK, started digging up the grave, from which Lord Zhu erged.
Feeling the air filled with the energy of thunder, Lord Zhu looked into the distance and chuckled.
"What perfect timing! I’ve co to see how a guy even crazier than dies!"
The little ghost beside him stacked two stones together for Lord Zhu to sit and watch.
"Prince, isn’t this place a bit too dangerous?"
"What danger? When the Great Ancestor killed this guy back then, it was far more dangerous than it is now. Of course, since I know about it, I have to co and see for myself. This guy is outrageously arrogant; he’s infuriated so many people. He’s dead for sure."
Looking around, he could see Wen Yan distributing things to a few Taoists in the distance.
anwhile, the Taoists also noticed Lord Zhu’s presence and glanced over.
Soon, Wen Yan, carrying a cat bag and lots of food, ca to where Lord Zhu was.
"What brings you here, Old Sir?" Wen Yan was sowhat surprised.
"If Hu Yuan isn’t dead, then soone from Old Zhu’s Family must co to enjoy the spectacle, to see how he dies."
"..."
Wen Yan was speechless. Why are all of Old Zhu’s Family so vindictive? What, did Old Zhu not finish him off properly back then, and now they feel they’ve lost face?
"Want so food?" Wen Yan placed the food in front of him and quickly lit three more sticks of incense he got from the Taoist priest, sticking them into the food.
Looking at Wen Yan’s eyes, Lord Zhu felt goosebumps. It felt as if he couldn’t refuse. It was just like when his great-grandmother used to force pastries on him. He had to eat even if he wasn’t hungry.
"Sure... Hmm, isn’t watching a spectacle nowadays called ’lon eating’? Is that where it ca from? Watching a spectacle while eating sothing?"
"Yes, watching without eating sothing always feels like sothing’s missing."
Wen Yan ate, and he also stuffed so food into the little ghost beside Lord Zhu.
They sat on the mountaintop, watching as it seed that sothing was starting to stir in the distance.
"Here it cos."
As soon as Lord Zhu finished speaking, they saw sothing in the distance, beneath Crouching Tiger Mountain. Thunder surged, and the great rivers plumted with overwhelming might. This instantly caused landslides and scattered stone shrapnel on Crouching Tiger Mountain. Thunderous collapses echoed the roaring thunder.
Through the clouds and mist, a dragon claw reached out, landing on the mountaintop, with CRACKLING and BANGING sounds ringing incessantly.
Beneath the dragon claw, Hu Yuan raised a hand to hold it back, his stature shrinking slightly, then violently slapped out with his other palm.
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