At the edge of the Spiritual Abyss.
With a figure full of grace and elegance, Mo Zhizhi stood quietly here, her gaze, autumnal as the falling leaves, fixed intently on the mouth of the Spiritual Abyss, her face etched with worry.
In front of her, there was also a small silver-gray mouse shadow.
"Mrs. Mo, you can rest assured. From what I know of Lu Qingshan, he will definitely bring your husband and child out of the Spiritual Abyss," the Western Mouse King promised confidently, thumping his chest as he assured Mo Zhizhi.
Mo Zhizhi did not trouble the Western Mouse King but simply said softly, "I just want to wait for them here, so the mont they co out, I can see them at first glance."
The Western Mouse King felt sowhat helpless.
After Lu Qingshan entered the Spiritual Abyss, two days had passed, yet there was still no sign of any activity.
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As Mo Zhizhi began to accept that Xue Zhuyong and Mo Yan might have encountered misfortune and was on the verge of breaking down, the Western Mouse King could only reveal the true situation to comfort her.
But who would have thought that upon hearing such a secret, Mo Zhizhi would imdiately rush to the Spiritual Abyss, determined to endure the wait for Mo Yan and the others to return.
To fulfill Lu Qingshan’s request, naturally, it could only stay by Mo Zhizhi’s side.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Just then, a strong howling sound arose from within the Spiritual Abyss.
The Western Mouse King’s ears twitched slightly.
The Spiritual Abyss was about to erupt with water mist again, or rather, that clumsy whale was taking another breath!
Mo Zhizhi, drawn by the commotion from the Spiritual Abyss, shifted all her attention towards it.
Lu Qingshan, Mouse Lord must have been fooled by you; appeasing a woman turns out to be even more exhausting than fighting!
Seeing Mo Zhizhi’s attention temporarily diverted, the Western Mouse King finally relaxed, wiping his forehead where there wasn’t actually any sweat, while cursing Lu Qingshan incessantly in his heart.
However, a month had passed, and Lu Qingshan still hadn’t erged. Could it be that he’d really encountered so unsolvable problem?
The Western Mouse King’s heart began to fill with concern again.
"Wait a minute, sothing’s not right..." While lost in thought, the Western Mouse King inadvertently glanced at the mouth of the Spiritual Abyss out of the corner of his eye, only to discover that it was completely different from usual, with conspicuous red mist spewing out from within.
"Could this be... lava?" Seeing the unusual color, the Western Mouse King’s heart sank with fear. He hurriedly reached out to pull on Mo Zhizhi’s sleeve, aiming to drag her to safety, "Mrs. Mo, hurry, the Spiritual Abyss is starting to play for real, and it’s not spewing mist this ti!"
Mrs. Mo’s figure, however, remained immovable as she watched the flickering red light at the mouth of the Spiritual Abyss, choking up, "Yan’er... he’s back."
The Western Mouse King was taken aback and looked toward Mrs. Mo.
Throughout this ti, Mo Zhizhi’s hand had always been clutching a crystal-clear jade pendant.
According to Mrs. Mo, it was crafted for her by Mo Yan.
The Western Mouse King didn’t think much of it and assud that Mo Zhizhi was simply missing her loved ones through the object.
But at this mont, inside that pendant, a myriad of rainbow lights swirled.
Only then did the Western Mouse King realize that this pendant must be part of a set of paired Magic Artifacts, able to sense the other jade pendant, which was evidently carried by Mo Yan.
....
Under the pull from deep within the Longevity River, the figures of Lu Qingshan and his companions gradually beca blurry.
"We’re finally about to get out!" Mo Yan felt uplifted yet anxious in his heart.
Having been gone for so long, he wondered how worried his mother must be.
Xue Zhuyong, on the other hand, had a sowhat stiff expression on his face.
During the month in the Fla Spirit Realm, his interactions with Mo Yan had been awkward and restrained, polite yet distant.
Now, with Mo Zhizhi about to join them, he felt even more troubled.
He had no idea how to face the reunion of the three of them.
As everyone held their thoughts in silence, a dense green light, vibrant and full of life, suddenly appeared within the Longevity River. In the blink of an eye, it silently rged into Lu Qingshan’s body so fast that Xue Zhuyong and Mo Yan did not notice it.
Only Qin Yitian noticed this scene.
"Young master, what was that?" Qin Yitian asked softly.
She could feel that the orb of light had no intent to harm.
So that’s how it is.
Lu Qingshan’s eyes were slightly closed, as if feeling sothing, then his face showed a look of sudden realization. Responding to Qin Yitian’s question, he pursed his lips and explained softly, "It’s a gift from the Longevity Whale..."
...
Monts later, they re-entered the bizarre and colorful space of the transportation passage.
This transportation process was just as brief as their entry, with a light quickly appearing ahead in the dark expanse.
Passing through the black gateway, the temperature around them dropped.
They had arrived at the mouth of the Spiritual Abyss.
Accompanied by the breaths erupting with them, which had been quite hot from being near a waterfall of lava just before, they now abruptly t the cold and imdiately turned into mist. Propelled by the force of the Spiritual Abyss, it sprayed outward from the Abyss.
Protected by Spiritual Power around him, Lu Qingshan soared through the air, taking advantage of the montum to leave the Spiritual Abyss. Trailing him were Xue Zhuyong, Mo Yan, and the Fla Spirits rushing out like a river.
...
The Western Mouse King’s eyes bulged as he watched several figures burst out through the mist.
Following behind them was a red dragon, hundreds of feet long and spectacularly imposing.
Subsequently, the red dragon suddenly transford into countless red dots that drifted across the sky.
The figures, after hanging in the air montarily, then dove towards them.
The Western Mouse King quickly reacted, "It’s Lu Qingshan, they’ve returned!"
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