"Look at this river, it's calmed down, this weapon is indeed an ominous object, even the river used to be turbulent and dangerous," Du Mao pointed at the river and said.
Wu Hen looked at the water flow and found that it had indeed become much gentler.
Moreover, it wasn't just this section of water, it seemed like the entire river had quieted down.
It appeared that this ominous bronze spear had immense power. Even when it sank into the riverbed's mud, the invisible aura it emitted could cause such a strange change.
He further observed Little Yi's condition.
After swallowing it, there were no signs of rejection, nor were there symptoms of indigestion in Little Yi. Thinking back, when Little Yi appeared in the sky above Desert Dust, it caused prolonged thunderstorms. In terms of ominous signs, Little Yi might have an even fiercer reputation.
"It's fine, I'll take this ominous weapon for the River Spirit," Wu Hen said.
"Brother Hen's abilities are indeed great. When I held it for a little longer, I felt a surge of hostility within my body," Du Mao said.
"After a while, when the snow melts, it's time for us to leave this place," Wu Hen said.
"Yes, I should return to my homeland too," Du Mao now brimmed with confidence. Returning to his True Martial Super Continent, he would challenge the Wutian Sect again and reclaim all his lost glory!
Wu Hen observed for several days, confirming that the ominous weapon had been digested by Little Yi before starting to bid farewell to the Ancient Clan members.
When it was time to say goodbye, the village held another feast.
They drank for a whole day, rendering them too weak to climb the mountain the next day, so they had to adjust again.
Just when they had adjusted, the Ancient Clan members stated that it was time for their spring feast. They could leave after finishing this feast, so the packed trio had to participate and got drunk again, making it hard to travel far.
Finally, after some days into spring, the three vowed to leave for good.
After the Lantern Festival, if they didn't leave the village, it might just reach the day of the Ancient Clan's ancestor worship. Next, they would eat zongzi, celebrate summer holidays, and prepare for the New Year as the weather cooled down.
"When you're tired of wandering outside, remember to come back. Pick some fruits, hunt a little, and you'll be fine."
"It doesn't matter if you don't do well outside, the villagers won't laugh at you."
"Don't mention our Scroll Realm to outsiders, we don't welcome those with ulterior motives."
"Be on your way, be on your way."
After saying goodbye to the Ancient Clan members, the three of them bowed together and then set off on their journey.
They crossed mountains and rivers.
They saw a slightly red snow mountain.
The snow mountain was like the skin of a shy girl, overall pure white, occasionally a glow of auspicious light seeped from the mountain, giving a sense of tranquility and longing.
The Ancient Clan members never set foot on the Red Snow Mountain.
Only these foreign prodigies would enter.
The snow mountain was silent; it seemed that there were many mythical creatures residing here. However, the Ancient Clan members had also warned them that the creatures in the Red Snow Mountain were very fierce and even surpassed some mythical species. They needed to be very cautious.
They climbed along the snowy mountain, passed through the snow-white spine of the Mountain Dragon, and in front of them was still a vast world of ice and snow.
A faint and distant sound, like the melody of Buddhist chants, echoed in the mountains. Occasionally, an unknown prolonged sound, like a flute, came from afar, and during snowfall, light footsteps were heard, like a group of pure mountain elves curiously following...
Wu Hen knew his listening sense couldn't deceive him.
There were many Holy Spirits in Red Snow Mountain that exceeded his understanding. Though he couldn't see them, his third-rank listening sense perceived their existence.
"It doesn't seem like there's anything scary here. Why do the Ancient Clan members treat this place as forbidden?" Du Mao said with some puzzlement.
"You shouldn't say such things," Fairy Gong Qin said.
Unexpectedly, the unexpected happened.
Just as they finished speaking, a gust of black-furred wind blew from the snow ahead!
Although it was crystal clear a moment ago, suddenly the dark wind and snow whirled around, and even the surrounding light from heaven and earth vanished!
Fairy Gong Qin glared at Du Mao.
Du Mao hadn't expected the mysterious Red Snow Mountain to be so sensitive. He only said a casual remark, and it seemed to understand, determined to show him a thing or two.
In fact, as part of the Immortal lineage, Gong Qin also sensed that they were being watched by the mountain's Holy Spirits. Keeping respectful and quiet, focusing purely on climbing, might make the Holy Spirits less likely to trouble them...
But some pig teammates just had to stir things up!
"What's in the black wind, can you see it clearly?" Wu Hen asked.
"A Snow Demon!" Gong Qin saw the true form of the creature, her expression turning grave.
"A Snow Demon?? This creature isn't that scary, it's considered a minor demon in the mythical species," Du Mao said, showing some disdain after learning what it was.
But as soon as he finished his sentence, the dark gust became even more violent, sweeping up the surrounding snow and hard ice, forming a terrifying black snow dragon between the snowy mountains ahead, writhing with a violent body.
"It's a Mountain Suppressing Demon God, not on the same level as those mythical species that patrol and guard the mountains," Gong Qin said.
"Mountain Suppressing level??" Wu Hen couldn't help but exclaim. Such an existence usually wouldn't be provoked, even by the Ancient Clan members, who would never hunt it.