Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven
Chapter 296 - 287: Emperor Fallen Mountain Range

Chapter 296: Chapter 287: Emperor Fallen Mountain Range

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Mo Wangchen left, and before his departure, he took out many Alchemy Recipes and handed them to Lin Xuantian, all high level ones that he had possessed in his previous life.

At Lin Xuantian’s place, he also learned that Zhang Feng had already become a four-rank Inheritance Disciple and was expected to attempt to reach the fifth rank next year.

He didn’t go to find Zhang Feng, but instead, looked down from the sky from a distance. Zhang Feng was still living in Wangyou Courtyard, tending to the Spirit Grass on his own; he had no Servant Disciple.

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After leaving Pill Sect, Mo Wangchen didn’t stop anywhere; he headed straight for Emperor Fallen Mountain Range.

Beiming was so vast that, with his Creation level of cultivation, he crossed the sky and it had already been over a month by the time he reached Emperor Fallen Mountain Range.

At the moment, he stood at the periphery of Emperor Fallen Mountain Range, looking far into the distance, the range was shrouded in dense fog, as if isolated from the rest of the world.

Emperor Fallen Mountain Range, it was rumored to be the final resting place for the corpses of Great Emperors and was the most dangerous of all forbidden areas in Beiming.

Twenty thousand years ago, Xuanyuan Hao, the Saint King who had astonished an era, once entered. Although he emerged in one piece, his mind became unclear ever since that time, spending thousands of years in madness until he ultimately disappeared.

A year prior, Mo Wangchen entered Reincarnation Mountain and discovered Xuanyuan Hao’s skeletal remains in front of the Other Shore Bridge. When he left, he had already buried them.

Looking at Emperor Fallen Mountain Range, veiled in dense fog and appearing isolated from the world, Mo Wangchen pondered for a moment, then stopped hesitating, and started moving towards the mountains.

It was said that those who entered Emperor Fallen Mountain Range would have their lifespans slip away, mere days could age them to death. Not only that, but within Emperor Fallen Mountain Range, a multitude of strange events transpired—you could never predict what would happen next.

Fortunately, when Mo Wangchen stepped into Emperor Fallen Mountain Range, he didn’t feel his lifespan withering. Ever since his awakening from Reincarnation Mountain, the Curse Power of Reincarnation Mountain had ceased to affect him.

Nevertheless, it might be said that his lifespan didn’t wither away, but at that moment within Emperor Fallen Mountain Range, Mo Wangchen’s cultivation was still completely suppressed.

At first, he only searched the outer regions of the mountain, looking for any traces left by Piaomiao Saint Venerable. But after searching fruitlessly for about half a month, he then set his sights on the deeper reaches of Emperor Fallen Mountain Range.

Within the mountain range, lifelessness prevailed with no sign of life. During his journey, Mo Wangchen encountered numerous corpses. Some had decayed into dust, while others still remained intact despite millennia.

After another half-month, as night fell, Mo Wangchen found himself beneath a large tree. The nights were pitch-black in Emperor Fallen Mountain Range, and now that his cultivation was gone and his Perception could not be extended, he dared not move rashly.

In Emperor Fallen Mountain Range, almost all trees and plants were in a state of decay, like the autumn when leaves fall.

However, the tree Mo Wangchen had found was different from the others; not only did it show no signs of withering, but its branches and leaves were lush, bursting with life.

He was too tired. He hadn’t rested for a whole month since entering Emperor Fallen Mountain Range, due to the unknown dangers that made him feel restless.

Under the tree, when Mo Wangchen arrived here, he saw two corpses, one lying on the ground and the other leaning against the tree, as if both had been resting before they died.

He hesitated, murmuring to himself, but ultimately did not leave and sat down cross-legged beneath the tree.

Moments later, Mo Wangchen felt even more drowsy. His eyelids were heavy and slowly, he fell into a deep sleep.

Unwittingly, Mo Wangchen slept deeply for a long time. When he awoke, the sky was already bright, but soon, astonishment crossed his face.

Because the moment he awoke, he realized that he was no longer under that large tree, but had appeared beside a lake.

Confusion was apparent in his eyes, his brows furrowed. The environment here was vastly different from Emperor Fallen Mountain Range. It too was desolate, but lacked the oppressive sensation of Emperor Fallen Mountain Range.

"What happened?" Mo Wangchen was perplexed. He had simply gone to sleep, and yet, upon waking, found himself in a completely different place—it was all too bizarre.

Puzzled, he pondered for a moment and promptly stood up, heading forward.

In the desolate, smokeless mountain range, the environment was vastly different from that of the Emperor Fallen Mountain Range; the only similarity was that his cultivation was still being suppressed.

Though he couldn’t fly in the sky, after several days of walking on foot, Mo Wangchen found that the mountain range was too vast, seemingly without an edge. After several days, he had continued in a straight line, yet his surroundings were still within the desolate, smokeless mountains.

For some reason, Mo Wangchen gradually grew restless, until another month passed and he came upon a huge stone. Now utterly exhausted, he had no strength left in his body and could no longer continue.

Leaning against the huge rock, he felt drowsy, his eyelids heavy. Slowly, he fell asleep.

What astonished Mo Wangchen was that when he woke up again, his surroundings had undergone an earth-shattering change.

He was no longer in the desolate mountains but found himself on a small boat.

All around was an endless ocean, the surface of the sea was incredibly calm, without a single ripple, and there was no breeze. However, the strange thing was that the small boat he was on seemed to have an invisible force propelling it slowly forward.

Like a lone boat without a distinction between night and day, the sky was clear and cloudless. As time passed, Mo Wangchen could deduce that he had been on this small boat for at least close to a month.

The small boat continued to move slowly, with the same eerie calm, so silent it was frightening. After a month, Mo Wangchen didn’t know how far it had traveled, but still, as far as his eyes could see, the sea looked like a Bitter Sea without end.

It seemed as though the whole world consisted only of this sea, this boat, and himself.

Now, Mo Wangchen had become somewhat muddled; he had already lost track of time, not knowing how long he had been there. When sleepiness overtook him, he fell asleep again.

"Where is this..."

He didn’t know how long he had slept, but when he awoke again, the sight in front of him left him stunned.

For now, Mo Wangchen found himself lying on a big bed in a room. The room was not unfamiliar to him; it was his old quarters in the Mo Family.

"Young Master..."

Suddenly someone knocked at the door, and Mo Wangchen heard Xue’er’s voice.

He furrowed his brows, rolled out of bed, and upon opening the door, he saw that Xue’er looked at him with a gaze that held a hint of loathing.

This loathing was not unfamiliar to Mo Wangchen; when he was nothing but a wastrel, Xue’er used to show him this very expression every day.

"The Clan Leader has sent Xue’er to inform the Young Master that he wants you to go to the council hall," Xue’er said.

"The council hall?" Mo Wangchen’s eyes narrowed slightly, as he seemed to realize something.

Sure enough, when he followed Xue’er to the council hall, he saw many familiar people as he looked around. Besides his father, there was a woman, Jun Muqing!

Everything seemed like a replay; today was the day Jun Muqing came to the Mo Family to break off the engagement!

"So you are Mo Wangchen?" Jun Muqing stood up, directing her gaze towards Mo Wangchen, who just walked in, her face showing her usual haughtiness.

Mo Wangchen looked at her, silent.

"I asked you a question, didn’t you hear me?" Jun Muqing frowned, her voice slightly deep.

"I understand now..."

Mo Wangchen continued looking at her, and eventually took a deep breath before speaking softly, "Everything right now... is not real. It’s all just a dream!"

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