PFC Chapter 761: Boundless Mountain
Chapter 761: Boundless Mountain
"I didn't think anything was amiss before, but now that I look at it again, it has a different feel to it. There must be a great opportunity in it." The old woman from the Southern Sea Abyss stared intently at the majestic mountain.
"A masterpiece of craftsmanship, but we don't know which predecessor left it behind."
Lan Qiao'er spoke. She lived up to her name, with a graceful and lithe figure and an elegant and aloof appearance.
She wore a long blue robe, her long, snow-white legs gleaming beneath the gold-trimmed hem. Her eyes were dark red, and she had long, elfin ears. Lan Minghao looked similar to her; the two were from the same race.
Chen Futu couldn't help but glance at Lan Qiao'er a few more times. She noticed and scolded him with a cold glare, "Boy, if you look again, I'll gouge your eyes out."
"Heh, this little girl is pretty fierce."
Chen Futu remained silent about her fierceness and did not respond in kind.
Ling Xue blocked Chen Futu's way and glared at Lan Qiao'er. Lan Qiao'er said arrogantly, "Ling Xue, is it? After entering the Hall of Gods, I want to see what's so special about you, this prodigy of the continent."
"Miss Qiao'er, I am honored to meet you."
The Crown Prince of the Southern Li Empire, Lu Aotian, approached him with an overly familiar manner and struck up a conversation. He seemed to really like Lan Qiao'er, and his smile was brighter than any flower when he greeted her.
Lan Qiao'er hugged Bai Yu's arm tightly, adopting the haughty demeanor of a princess, "The Crown Prince of the Empire has personally come; aren't you afraid of not being able to return?"
"Hehe, Miss Qiao'er is joking. What does the so-called temple of the gods have to do with us? We're just here to broaden our horizons. If there is any conflict, that's a matter for the elders."
Lu Aotian was right. Now the Great Emperors had gathered together, and the Quasi-Emperors were standing together as well. The younger generation naturally huddled together as well, but Chen Futu seemed unconcerned, looking around at the scenery.
Lan Minghao clasped his hands in a fist salute to everyone, "Brother Lu is right. This matter has nothing to do with us. After we go in, why don't we go together?"
"I have no opinion."
The one who spoke was a tall, personally trained disciple of Jutie Mountain. He was also a Saint-level expert and his name was Kuishan.
As for the green-clad woman from the Biyue Palace, she was the one with the highest cultivation level among the younger generation present, on the same level as Chen Futu, who was suppressing his cultivation. She was a young Saint King.
Her name was Lü Yuan. She appeared gentle and kind, but was actually cold-hearted. Perhaps geniuses are all arrogant, and she harbored strong hostility towards Lan Qiao'er.
"I've heard that the Azure Water Palace cultivates the laws of water and, like my Boundless Sea Clan, loves water. But I wonder about your strength?"
Lan Qiao'er defiantly provoked, her arrogance undisguised.
Lu Yuan glared at her, "I will give you a chance to witness the unique skills of my Biyue Palace."
"Heh, quite the boast. Do you think you've gained confidence just because you've reached the Saint King realm? In my eyes, realm has never been the standard for measuring combat strength; talent is."
Lan Qiao'er was extremely arrogant, and she looked down on Lü Yuan, who was a level above her.
Chen Futu knew that Lan Qiao'er was not lying. As a member of the royal family in the sea, her combat strength could not be measured by her cultivation level. In other words, like Ling Xue, she had the foundation to fight across a major cultivation level.
Of course, Lü Yuan is also very strong. At such a young age, she has cultivated to the level of Saint King, so she must be an unparalleled genius.
Chen Futu planned to buy some melon seeds and cola from the system space, as he was going to watch a chaotic scene later.
Before long, the emperors found the entrance to this strange mountain. It was a hidden mountain wall that had been buried more than ten meters underground by wind and sand erosion. Now, the emperors used their supernatural powers to dig out a deep sand pit, exposing the groove in the stone wall. It was the groove for the map. As long as they took the map and activated their power to enter the groove, they could go in.
After being divided into groups, the group went down into the sandpit.
Ling Xue, Xu Mingzhu, Lan Minghao, and Black Eagle each held one of the four fragments. As they activated their power, the fragments revealed grooves in the mountain wall that shone with light. A buzzing sound rang out, and everyone present was enveloped by four streams of energy and pulled into the mountain wall.
"Is this the Temple of the Gods?"
Chen Futu and the others stood on the gigantic fragment. The surrounding space was rapidly receding like a fleeting shadow, or like crossing a teleportation array. After about a breath, they landed on an ancient land.
A vast mountain world, filled with jagged rocks and strange sights.
"A magical otherworld."
Xu Mingzhu looked around in surprise. The world inside the mountain had been there for many years, with an ancient and desolate atmosphere and a faint smell of decay.
Chen Futu tried to unleash his will to scan the vast space before him, only to find that the extension of his will was greatly slowed down, as if something was blocking his exploration.
Even the will of the Supreme Emperor could be slowed down; if it had arrived before his breakthrough, even a will scan probably wouldn't have been able to do it.
Is there something over there?
The younger generation of disciples all gathered together.
Kui Shan pointed to the huge golden moon hanging in the distant sky.
Lan Qiao'er snorted, "Idiot, that's an illusion, not a physical entity; it's just for decoration."
Her words, though harsh, were true. The golden moon and stars were a manifestation of an illusion, not a physical entity, much like the lighting effects in many game instances. They were merely decorative and unlikely to be found in this space if one were to seek an opportunity; they should be elsewhere.
In this way, the younger generation of disciples walked in one direction, while the Great Emperors had already dispersed, as had the Quasi-Emperors and Ancient Saints.
Ling Xue also let Chi Xiao leave. If it weren't for the older generation, she wouldn't be worried about safety at all.
"Okay, be careful. If you really can't handle it, ask that kid surnamed Chen for help. I feel like he has a lot of tricks up his sleeve."
"I understand, please be careful, senior."
After Chi Xiao left, Lan Qiao'er suddenly stopped and looked at Lü Yuan. "Now that the elders have all left, only the younger generation is left. So, Lü Yuan, do you want to fight me?"
Lu Yuan said coldly, "I'm here to seek opportunities. I don't want to waste my true essence unless absolutely necessary."
Chen Futu greatly appreciated her answer. The Temple of Gods was an extremely rare place of opportunity, and every bit of true energy had to be used wisely. Therefore, compared to her composure, Lan Qiao'er seemed a bit clueless.
"Hmph, fine, I'll deal with you then."
Lan Qiao'er pulled Lan Minghao ahead, appearing quite out of place.
The group was left speechless, both amused and exasperated, but they continued on their way.
Chen Futu secretly asked the system, "Could you tell me where this place is?"
"Boundless Mountain".
"Whose temple is this?"
"A martial god known as the mayfly."
"Mayfly? Mayflies are born in the morning and die in the evening. What a bizarre name."
Chen Futu couldn't understand what kind of mindset it took to give himself such a title. Did the other party think that the God of War was weak?
What martial arts technique does a martial god who lives only a day cultivate?