Above the Great Dao

Chen Shi and Wen Wuyu, nimble and swift, soon arrived at the foot of the split mountain.

This mountain's split was irregular, its terrain rugged and winding, crisscrossed with sheer cliffs, extremely complex.

Beneath the Immortal Palace, wisps of rosy clouds drifted among the split mountains, moving slightly, not by much.

Chen Shi walked beneath the rosy clouds and suddenly stopped.

In front of him lay a corpse, evidently of the Cang'er Clan's Ghost God, with a human face and mouse ears, small-headed and large-bodied, easy to identify.

The Ghost God's belly was still hung with a basket, inside were three small Yaksha, now also corpses.

The corpses of the three small Yaksha and the Cang'er Clan's Ghost God often only retained half of their flesh, with the vanished half only the bones remaining, all other organs nowhere to be seen, and no blood flowed!

This manner of death was identical to the former King's of the Heavenly Pond Country!

Evidently, they had all undergone such strange transformation upon touching the rosy clouds.

"Could it be that this rosy light killed Xiang Fu the King?"

Chen Shi looked at the hanging rosy clouds, hoping to discern their mysterious nature, yet this amazing light seemed devoid of any profound secrets.

The light was enchanting, tempting one to touch.

This allure was extremely dangerous, losing control could easily lead to falling into its trap!

They moved forward and saw dozens more corpses. These bodies seemed to have not died all at once, and consisted of various races, yet strangely, none were decomposed.

They were the same as the earlier corpse, retaining only half a body.

Above, in the Immortal Palace, came strange sounds as if someone was chanting within.

The chains securing the Immortal Palace occasionally shook gently, as if the palace was trying to exert force, attempting to break free.

"Ah—"

A dreadful scream came from the sky, Chen Shi looked up to see a Ghost God tumbling down, his body quite burly. Despite being struck down by someone, he still did his utmost to avoid the random rosy clouds.

He was a Ghost God of the Great Xiang tribe, with a pig's head and a human body, big-bellied, possessing immense Divine Power, yet not very agile, struck by a rosy cloud, half of his body was instantly fleshless, perishing tragically!

Hanging on his waist were two small Yaksha, trembling as they held incense fire, falling with him from the sky. Just as they were about to be swept by the rosy clouds, a small Bull Head, with feet stepping on Thunder Light, traversed the dense rosy clouds, catching the two small Yaksha.

The two small Yaksha's bodies shivered, caught by the small Bull Head that swerved in the air, dodging the rosy clouds, landing heavily on the ground.

That small Bull Head was indeed Chen Shi, dodging the falling corpse of the Great Xiang tribe's Ghost God, before setting the small Yaksha down.

The small Yaksha's legs were still trembling.

Wen Wuyu stood on a mountain path, waving to him, saying, "There's a way here!"

Chen Shi was about to go over when suddenly a small Yaksha hurried up, spreading its arms in front of him, shaking its head and saying, "Gua ji!"

Chen Shi halted, while the other small Yaksha ran ahead, arriving at another less noticeable mountain path, saying, "Gua ji gua ji!"

Wen Wuyu came over, astonished, asking, "What did they say?"

Chen Shi went with her onto the other mountain path, saying, "They said the path you just took is a dead end, rosy clouds will drift over soon, blocking the path, many experts have perished there. The other path is the way to the summit."

Wen Wuyu exclaimed, "Didn't expect rescuing these little guys would have such benefits. They're still following us! They're also burning incense for you!"

Chen Shi looked back to see the two small Yaksha following them closely, each holding an incense stick, the Incense Fire Qi wafting towards Chen Shi.

Chen Shi shook his head, saying, "Your master is dead, you're free, you can leave."

"Gua ji!" The two small Yaksha shook their heads, stubbornly insisting on following him.

Chen Shi took out several pieces of paper money and stuffed them in their hands, waving them off, saying, "I don't need you, it's too dangerous ahead, leave, find something less perilous."

The two small Yaksha shook their heads, refusing his money, continuing to hold incense and follow them.

Wen Wuyu laughed, saying, "They wish to repay the favor of saving their lives."

Chen Shi wondered, "Do Yaksha talk about loyalty too?"

Wen Wuyu said, "Some are especially loyal. These little things rarely grow up, if three to five out of a hundred small Yaksha survive, it's remarkable. But if you treat them well, they will follow you loyally."

She had once transformed into a small Yaksha, very familiar with the Yaksha Clan.

From above came the sounds of battle, seemingly the two sides were still engaged.

The path to the Immortal Palace was extremely rugged, with rosy clouds occasionally sweeping through, blocking the route, extremely dangerous, and one had to wait for these rosy clouds to drift past before continuing.

The two small Yaksha were quite familiar with the place, stopping them before the rosy clouds came, allowing them to wait a moment, then surely the rosy clouds would drift from the other side of the mountain, daring to move forward would surely result in being torn in half.

As for flying through the mountains, don't even think about it, a slight lapse and one would be swept by the irregularly moving rosy clouds, dying instantly.

Wen Wuyu thought, "If I hadn't saved the two small Yaksha, I would have wasted much time."

Near the Immortal Palace, Xiang Kun repeatedly retreated to the edge of the platform, nearly falling off, hastily steadying himself, forcibly withstanding the counterforce, blood oozing from his lips.

His opponent flew with wings, circled the protruding cliff platform once, eased off the counterforce, and continued to land on the platform.