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Sitting on the ground, head lowered, Mo Wen gasped for breath like a fish that had nearly dried out finally returning to water. The black mist behind him churned and boiled, with the Electric Snake moving within the clouds, yet no sound emerged. Mo Wen had lost track of how long it took to reach this place. The scene was somewhat reminiscent of the Cloud Mist Swamp; the inky black clouds seemed to be severed by an invisible force, forming a wall. Outside the wall, the mist rolled and swirled, its chilling cold gnawing at him; inside, however, was a scene bathed in warm sunlight and gentle breezes, and the cold sensation dissipated along with the light he had seen in the fog.
He stood up and stretched his legs. After resting for a while, he felt rejuvenated. Looking around, sunlight streamed through the gaps between the clouds and Mountain Body, casting beams onto the ground. The mountain was covered in black stones, with occasional hints of green peeking through the crevices where plants grew. The ground before him was littered with massive boulders; if one could see Bei Yin Mountain from afar, it would resemble a giant stone covered in moss by a riverbank, while he felt like an ant amidst a pile of rubble beneath that giant stone.
The surroundings remained quiet, devoid of any sound. His breathing had calmed down, allowing him to ponder the strangeness of Bei Yin Mountain more thoroughly. His earlier question about why there was no mention of such a place in ancient texts deepened: Cloud Mist Swamp was marked as a perilous area on Old Lu's map, with clear annotations and descriptions. In contrast, Bei Yin Mountain was merely noted as a landmark on this map. Based on his experience, aside from the absence of immediate threats from Demon Beasts and Chimeras, the oddities of Bei Yin Mountain surpassed those of Cloud Mist Swamp. Could it be that previous scholars had overlooked it? This speculation was quickly dismissed; according to Old Lu, this map had been meticulously refined over many years by various factions. While some details might be lacking, such an eerie place could not have been ignored...
Mo Wen decided to sit on a stone and think slowly. He engaged in various speculations but soon found himself dismissing each one. Ultimately, he could only conclude that what he had experienced could not be understood through common reasoning. He slapped his forehead and muttered to himself, "Why think so much? I'm already here; even if I figure it out, there's only one path forward." Shaking his head with a bitter smile, he wondered when he had become so suspicious. Since he couldn't make sense of it all, he resolved to explore instead.
Clearing his mind, he took down the stele hanging from his neck. It had returned to its original form—dull and dark black—blending in with the surrounding stones. He laid it flat on a rock and retrieved another stele from his storage bag; this one was obtained from the middle-aged man who had been frozen to death. At first glance, it resembled his own stele but now revealed itself to be white. Although the inscriptions on its surface were more intact than those on his black stele, they remained illegible. Placing both steles side by side created a stark contrast between black and white; staring at them made Mo Wen frown as he bit his hand—there seemed to be some connection between the two.
"How could I have forgotten this!" When Old Village Chief gave him his stele, he mentioned how the ancestors of the Li Family were hunted because of it. Could it be that the owner of this white stele was behind that pursuit? Even if it wasn’t that person directly involved, they were undoubtedly connected somehow. It seemed that his own actions had avenged the ancestors of Kao Shu Village after all.
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