White snow covered the land.
Outside the barrier, they could see a pitch-black mountain range, but when they stepped inside, they discovered that it was a sea of white.
Heavy enough to seal off a mountain range drifted down from the sky. The wailing, demonic wind was like countless blades of wind. They had no choice but to expend their treasures' spiritual power to create a barrier to protect themselves.
"It seems like the people from before didn't go in the same direction as us," muttered Yang Jian.
Yang Jian muttered as he looked at the snow-filled sky. The snow and wind here were simply too strong. Even Sovereign Emperors would not be able to fly through the air.
He couldn't see anyone else's footprints, which was why Yang Jian came to this conclusion.
"Not necessarily." Ye Zichen shook his head. "The snow is too heavy. Even if we left footprints, it wouldn't take long for the university to cover them up. If you don't believe me, look back and see if you can still see the footprints from before. "
Yang Jian looked back. They'd already been in the mountains for more than an hour.
With their speed, although they couldn't fly, they weren't slow either. Now, they were almost halfway up the first mountain, but the footprints they left behind had already been buried by the university.
If something unexpected happened and they had to go back the way they'd come, they wouldn't even know how.
"This snow is a little too heavy."
Even the Hermit Emperor couldn't help but sigh. If they didn't use their spiritual power to protect themselves, they'd be buried alive in less than a hundred breaths of time.
The only fortunate thing was that they hadn't run into any vicious beasts guarding the treasures.
Of course, that also meant they hadn't run into any.
"Don't you feel like we're using up our spiritual power too quickly?"
Pu Jingwan suddenly turned around. Her face was flushed with a sickly red. Despite the frigid wind, her face was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
Her beautiful eyes flashed with exhaustion, and her lips parted slightly. She seemed to be having difficulty breathing.
"Everyone, stop!"
Ye Zichen noticed Pu Jingwan's strange behavior and hurriedly called out to the others.
Pu Jingwan was like a fish that had been washed ashore. She opened her mouth and struggled to breathe. When Ye Zichen walked up to her, she was so weak she couldn't even speak. Her face was twisted in agony, and she was curled up into a ball.
"Senior Hidden Emperor!"
Before Ye Zichen even finished speaking, the Hermit Emperor arrived by Pu Jingwan's side and felt her pulse.
The others formed a circle around Pu Jingwan, setting up a barrier around her.
"Get out of the way, she needs some fresh air."
Seeing that everyone had surrounded them, the Hermit Emperor hurriedly dispersed them. Yang Jian and the others didn't dare to tarry any longer.
The Hermit Emperor furrowed his brows as he took Pu Jingwan's pulse. Suddenly, a jade-green light appeared in his hand. The light burrowed into Pu Jingwan's pulse, then the Hermit Emperor took out a pill and stuffed it into her mouth.
"How is it?" Ye Zichen asked worriedly.
Furrowing his brows, the Hermit Emperor withdrew his hand. After receiving treatment, Pu Jingwan's symptoms seemed to have eased somewhat, and the pained expression on her face lessened.
"It looks like altitude sickness," the Hermit Emperor said. "However, the spiritual power in her body is depleting very quickly. When I checked on her symptoms just now, her divine elixir had already dried up."
Altitude sickness?
How was this possible?
They weren't ordinary people. If they climbed too high, they'd suffer from altitude sickness. Everyone here was an Emperor-level expert. Normally, they walked through the sky, and the altitude wasn't much higher than the mountain range before them. None of them had ever experienced altitude sickness before.
The most important part was what the Hermit Emperor said: Pu Jingwan's spiritual power was depleting very quickly.
They'd only been in the mountains for less than two hours. Even if they'd been using their spiritual power to resist the wind and snow, they shouldn't have used up so much energy.
Even Ye Zichen felt his body brimming with spiritual power. Pu Jingwan was an Emperor-level expert; she probably had even more left.
"Should we go back?" asked Yang Jian.
Regardless of whether it was altitude sickness or not, Pu Jingwan had only become like this after reaching the mountains. Perhaps the mountains were completely different from flying, and she really did suffer from altitude sickness.
Furthermore, Pu Jingwan's cultivation wasn't low. In terms of cultivation, Ye Zichen, Gu Li, and An Lu were all below her. None of them had suffered from altitude sickness, and the Hermit Emperor said it was altitude sickness.
"Don't …."
After swallowing the pill, Pu Jingwan suddenly raised her hand and shook her head. Her face was still flushed, and her aura was weak.
She forced herself to her feet, and a hint of a smile flashed through her eyes.
"I'm much better now. Don't worry about me too much. I'll just follow behind you." No matter what, Pu Jingwan refused to leave. She knew that if she wanted to leave, Ye Zichen wouldn't abandon her. However, they'd already made it this far, and quite a few others had already entered the mountains before them. They were already a step behind the others, so if they brought her back up, they'd be even slower.
Everyone else was too late.
She couldn't let Ye Zichen miss out on his good fortune just because of her.
"I'll go take care of Big Sister Jingwan," said An Lu.
Among them, An Lu's cultivation was the lowest. She was roughly in the Diviner realm. Who knew what methods Gu Li had used to bring her in as well. It was very clear who could enter the tomb. At the very least, one had to be a ruler.
An Lu's cultivation was low, and she'd had to be protected the entire time. She felt bad for always causing trouble for others.
Now that she'd finally found something she could help with, she immediately volunteered to take care of Pu Jingwan. Gu Li glanced at An Lu. He knew what she was thinking, so he didn't refuse and nodded.
"These are some divine-grade spirit-recovering pills. If you feel like your spiritual energy is running low, take one."
Ye Zichen was still worried about Pu Jingwan's condition, so he took out a dozen bottles of pills.
Divine-grade spirit-recovering pills were priceless outside. Even on the third floor of the Yao-Sealing Pagoda, there were less than a hundred of them. But this wasn't the time to fuss about such things. No matter how valuable these pills were, they couldn't compare to Pu Jingwan's.
"Alright."
Pu Jingwan smiled. Ye Zichen handed her the pills, then gently patted her on the head.
"Take good care of Big Sister Jingwan, got it?"
"I got it!"
An Lu nodded confidently, then carefully supported Pu Jingwan like a little adult.
"Do you think the God Emperor's remnant soul lied to us? We've been walking for so long, but we haven't seen any vicious beasts."
"Isn't that a good thing? If we run into a vicious beast, are you going to fight it?"
"I'll go!"
The Great Sage pounded his chest. It seemed the Great Sage, who loved to fight, couldn't hold back any longer.
When Ye Zichen saw this, he shook his head helplessly and chuckled. However, he really wasn't worried about running into a vicious beast. Everyone in their group was strong enough to hold their own. If they ran into a vicious beast guarding a treasure, they wouldn't have to worry about being wiped out.
"An Lu! An Lu! "
At that moment, Pu Jingwan, who'd been walking at the back of the group, suddenly cried out hoarsely.
Hearing this, everyone turned their heads. Before them, there was an afterimage that had already rushed over a step ahead of them.
"Scram!"
Naturally, it was Gu Li. He pushed Pu Jingwan to the ground, then looked at An Lu, who was lying in the snow.
An Lu's current state was similar to Pu Jingwan's. Her face was flushed with a sickly red, like a stranded fish struggling for air.
"Gu Li, what are you doing?"
Ye Zichen helped Pu Jingwan to her feet, then glared at Gu Li.
"What am I doing? Can't you see An Lu's condition?" Gu Li's eyes were bloodshot. To him, An Lu was his life. When he saw her like this, how could he not freak out?
"Jingwan, what's wrong with An Lu?" asked Ye Zichen.
"Lil 'An Lu said she was tired and wanted to rest, so I said we'd rest here for a bit. I was just about to call for you, but An Lu's already like this. Did I …. Did I infect her? "asked Pu Jingwan worriedly.
"What else?"
Gu Li's expression was ferocious, as if he wanted to eat someone alive. The Hermit Emperor retracted his hand.
"It's indeed the same symptom."
"Pu Jingwan!"
A pitch-black ball of light shot towards Pu Jingwan. Ye Zichen unsheathed the Xuan-Yuan Sword and blocked it. The ball of light flew to the other side of the mountain range, flattening half of it.
"Gu Li!"
"Gu Li!" As Ye Zichen roared, An Lu tugged at Gu Li's clothes. "This has nothing to do with Big Sister Jingwan. I forbid you from fighting her."
"An Lu, how are you feeling?" asked Gu Li.
"I'm fine. I just felt really tired, but I'm much better now," said An Lu with a warm smile. Gu Li couldn't bear to see her like this. He picked her up and prepared to leave.
"Gu Li, what are you doing? I'm much better now."
"Let's go down the mountain. I don't want this transcendence anymore!"
"Don't throw a tantrum like a child." An Lu frowned like a little adult. "You're already here. How can you leave the mountain just like that?"
"I agree." Ye Zichen nodded.
He'd long since wanted to send Pu Jingwan down as well, but to his surprise, the crowd burst into derisive laughter.
"How pitiful. To think the Third Era's Masters of the Stars would be so soft-hearted."
The crowd turned and saw that the speaker was none other than the Venerable of Numinous Treasure, who'd said nothing on the way here. He sneered as he looked at Gu Li and Ye Zichen, who were retreating because of the women. His eyes were filled with disdain. "What do you two think you're doing? Playing house? You can go up the mountain whenever you want and go down whenever you want? Don't forget what you're carrying on your shoulders. You want to go down now? What were you thinking before? Since the Transcendence Mausoleum contains the fortune of transcendence, it must be full of danger.
If you want to keep the women safe, don't bring them along! Now that they're showing symptoms, you want to go down the mountain …. "
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