Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 364 - 201, 202. Ends of the Earth, Visualization of the White Tower, Breaking into the Earthly Steps (Subscription Request)_2
Chapter 364: 201, 202. Ends of the Earth, Visualization of the White Tower, Breaking into the Earthly Steps (Subscription Request)_2
This is the terror of the Reappear World.
Even though he was now more powerful than both "Seal" and "Zhan," once in the Reappear World, the only power he could utilize was that of the Twin Ghosts.
His formidable "four" strength halted at the "Reappear World."
When he annihilated the "Mountain God of Accumulating Thunder Mountain" and the "Physician," he had taken advantage of a situation, seized the opportunity, and struck at the moment when they were both at their weakest and both heavily injured, otherwise, it wouldn’t have been so easy.
Not to mention, if that Physician had just dived into the Reappear World, Song Cheng couldn’t have done anything to him.
As for "Seal," Song Cheng had no idea.
In the carriage, Ding Ling was telling Mo stories of "her previous heroic deeds with Big Sister Ting," which Mo listened to happily, despite having eaten nothing but dried meat these days, she still felt joyful.
She would sometimes ask about "mom," and sometimes she would wake up crying in the middle of the night because she missed her mother.
To be honest, she had no idea of the significance and the cruelty of their journey.
And Su Ningyu told her "it’s just a game Daddy is playing, and once it’s done, Mo will be able to see again."
On the periphery, Barbarian guides didn’t leave either; they also silently ate their dried meat, vigilantly watching their surroundings, waiting for that mysterious presence.
And it was only after seeing Song Cheng emerge from the distant mist that they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Continue onward."
Song Cheng said.
Having spoken, he got on the carriage, took the reins...
The carriage wheels heavily rolled over the dark soil of the Ghost Domain, heading deeper into it.
The caravan pressed forward, halted intermittently, and Song Cheng was swallowing ghosts along the way.
So it went... for a whole year, crossing over into another, taking a full fourteen months to secure the remaining five ghosts into the first to fifth levels of the Ninefold Ghostly Tower.
Of course, Song Cheng had also tested that the ghost on the first floor couldn’t enter the Secluded Residence.
And the same level couldn’t hold two ghosts either.
Time moved on, winter arrived.
The long journey made Ting paler, her eyes closed, while the small animals in the carriage were all listless.
Mo started to understand that it wasn’t a game, crying messily every day, saying "I miss Mom."
But the journey had to continue.
The carriage followed the water source coming from the north, pressing onward.
The water was clear, shimmering golden in the daylight, giving off a rare sense of tourism.
In the distance, there were mountains.
But these mountains were different from those inland; they didn’t rise and fall. Instead, they simply rose up, like a staircase to the sky, and once the carriage climbed them, the elevation rose and never went back down.
This was the grassland.
The grasslands were subject to extreme weather, but even thunderstorms relied on the presence of clouds.
Song Cheng manifested the Law of Heaven and Earth, a breath from him and the clouds scattered.
The extreme weather thus was no longer extreme.
Along the way, food for everyone wasn’t a big problem because the accompanying carriage carried enough supplies for a hundred people for several years, essentially towing a warehouse full of an immense amount.
As for water, that was also not scarce.
Even if ground springs weren’t found, there was plenty of Heavenly Water.
This Heavenly Water was different from the one before Song Cheng’s crossing—it was drinkable, truly unpolluted.
After an indeterminate amount of time, people started to see vast areas of abandoned tent zones. The tents had long collapsed, blending with the soil, yet the traces of past inhabitants were still discernible... though it had been very long ago.
The guides that followed were just ordinary people; even though their vitality was stronger than that of average individuals, the continuous assault of Yin Qi over the years took its toll. Some were no longer able and approached the main carriage to bid farewell to Song Cheng.
"Sir, my body can’t take it anymore, I can’t accompany you any further on your travels... This used to be my childhood home, I beg you to let me stay," said the shaking Barbarian, his bones corroded with Yin Qi.
These guides knew that they set off on a journey towards death, and now they were merely choosing where to be buried.
Song Cheng knew this, too.
So, he left them some dried food and water, cleared the surrounding Ghost Servants with a wave of his hand, and departed.
The Barbarian who stayed behind sat on the ruins of his ancestral land, taking out a bone flute and putting it to his cracked lips, he closed his eyes and played a deep and mournful tune, bidding the departing caravan farewell.
Song Cheng, on the other hand, expanded his Yang Qi, but his Yang Qi was too intense, so he did not stay inside the carriage either.
The caravan moved deeper and deeper.
The number of people accompanying him dwindled more and more.
Whenever they passed the ruins of a tribe, there would be guides who chose to stay, selecting their native soil as their final resting place.\
Some "graves" could survive a few more days, but others... could not survive at all, because this place was not only a "Ghost Pit," but also many "Ghost Springs."
From the deep pits leading to unknown destinations, murky yellow rivers flowed forth.
And those guides who asked to stay behind, after watching the caravan leave, would quickly use their bone knives to end their own lives.
Thus, Song Cheng and his group traveled for an unknown period, the seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter indistinguishable, but from his points, Song Cheng could tell... two more years had passed since he started to fill the Ghostly Nether Pagoda.
Finally, upon arriving at a desert, where the Yin Qi had increased to the extreme, the last two Barbarian guides also came to the front of Song Cheng’s carriage to say goodbye.
"Sir, this desert is called the Sea of Deathly Vastness, and it marks the end of our Barbarian Tribes’ nomadic territory. If the place you’re looking for is not within the desert, then continue westward through it... Beyond there lies uncharted territory.
We will die here, but will at least perish in the old lands of the Barbarian Tribes..."
"Mm."
Song Cheng nodded, left more dried food and water sources for the two, then took hold of the freight wagon and began to head west.
The naturally formed Ghost River was indeed slow, but as they reached deeper, many signs were becoming increasingly obvious.
