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Qian Mo sighed, realizing that he might be the only person in this world with the power to traverse different regions.
It must be said that humans are particularly adept at self-comforting, like Qian Mo… He had now directly categorized that “line” as a scene-switching animation, and only he had paid to unlock all map detection rights, even though he completely did not want this privilege and did not wish to participate in this twisted game at all.
Of course, he had mentally cursed the Maze Master for this predicament.
Regardless, after venting his frustrations, Qian Mo understood that the only path available to him was to follow Specter's wishes, so he collected his thoughts and continued on his journey.
Now, he was able to approach the scene of a powerful beast being easily hunted by an even stronger entity with a calm demeanor, something he had never even heard of before. This might be partly due to the psychological suggestion from the Maze Master, but more likely it was Qian Mo's strong psychological resilience.
Even witnessing the fierce battles of beasts happening right before him, he carefully avoided any boulders that could suddenly turn into gaping maws or swamps… silently making his way forward. He felt like an outsider, a role-playing game player, solely focused on his own goals.
After a cautious trek, Qian Mo finally reached the foot of the mountain. Looking up at the towering peak that pierced the clouds with no end in sight, he shook his head and began to ascend slowly.
However, considering its massive size and cross-sectional area, Qian Mo felt that walking on it was not much different from walking on flat ground; the curvature was almost negligible!
In fact, the scenery on the mountain was even more breathtaking than elsewhere!
But this meant nothing to Qian Mo; it only heightened his vigilance. Over the past two days, he had witnessed too many terrifying events unfold. In this ancient Primeval Wilderness, the more beautiful a place appeared, the more terrifying forces lurked within, waiting to ensnare prey lured by beauty and then strike with deadly force!
“Oh my god, is that… Soulgrass? In patches?”
Although he reminded himself not to let what lay before him shake his resolve, when Qian Mo saw a large expanse of plants shimmering with a faint ghostly light, he couldn't help but momentarily transform into an inexperienced child…
“Three branches above can soothe three souls; seven leaves coexist to suppress seven spirits; radiating light all over—this is called Soulgrass! No doubt about it! Is this really the Soulgrass that sells for millions at auction? I can't believe it…”
Qian Mo was left dumbfounded.
“No way, no way! Since ancient times, treasures have always been guarded by beasts… Qian Mo, you must keep your composure! These are all illusions! The treasures are fake; your life is real! You absolutely cannot be tempted by these external objects—even if they are worth millions…”
Qian Mo reminded himself internally.
“This ancient… Soulgrass shouldn’t be considered a great treasure, right? Look how it’s growing in patches… I actually want to verify if everything in this illusion is fake, so I just want to pluck one! Just one!”
Qian Mo slowly approached…
Meanwhile, within the Mountain Water Maze, wrapped in a misty haze, Specter watched the light screen before him reflecting—none other than Qian Mo drooling with greed shining in his eyes!
“Haha, this kid… really is adorable!”
The mist swayed slightly as if Maze Master was shaking his head slowly; his clear voice was filled with helplessness towards a money-obsessed individual.
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