So, what were the people of the mountain praying for? What was the people in Guanshan in the spiritual mountain, seeking?

Was it for a bountiful harvest?

Who were they praying to?

Wen Yu felt the sticky fog and vigorously swung his tail like a spinning top, scattering the surrounding fog.

So they looked around, and amidst the lush fields and villages, not a single person could be seen.

Silent and still.

In the direction of the extending mountain range, there were many more such silent villages. The greenery that connected them all seemed artificial after staring for a long time. It appeared as if it was meant for outsiders, falsely maintaining the status quo.

Continuing upward, they reached the barrier set by Jun Du, the ruler.

The entire Spirit Continent was shrouded in this kind of glass barrier, which would emit a colorful halo as a warning when struck, immediately alerting someone to the intrusion.

If they forcefully broke through from here, it would be considered trespassing into Jun Capital’s forbidden territory.

Ji Rong narrowed his eyes, raised Yu Ji Sword, and the Sword Spirit was also prepared to break through the barrier.

However, a small hand pressed it down.

“It’s fine.” Yao Yao pointed to Chong Yan behind her, “Breaking the prohibition, he’s more experienced.”

Ji Rong: “…”

Yu Ji Sword Spirit: “…”

Oh, that’s true.

After all, the ancient demon had broken through ancient formations for tens of thousands of years.

Chong Yan indifferently raised his hand, and the pale back of his hand fell on the invisible barrier. The blue-green ice flames silently spread through the air.

Soon, that glass barrier was broken into a neatly shaped opening.

Very particular.

Indeed, when it came to professional matters, it was best to leave them to the professionals.

And crossing this barrier, they finally saw the structure hidden within the false image.

It was a palace, exquisitely built with jade columns and golden animal faces, resembling the palace of an emperor. It stood tall amidst the clouds and mist.

Ji Rong took the lead, carrying his sword as he entered.

Wen Yu followed closely behind, looking around in awe. He had never seen such a beautiful palace before. Why didn’t the people of the Eastern Sea know how to build one for him?

Yao Yao also wanted to enter, but suddenly noticed a frown on Chong Yan’s face.

“Wait.”

Hidden within the dense spiritual mist, all scents would be diluted countless times. However, in the moment the barrier was broken, the atmosphere within the forbidden area became somewhat clear.

It was the smell of the underground, deep, deep underground.

The so-called houses and fertile fields were all illusions.

Chong Yan raised his head, realizing that even the dome was a false pale blue.

Yao Yao followed suit and carefully looked for a while before widening his eyes.

It’s all fake.

They had already entered a formation within the mist as they walked up the mountain.

So, as Chong Yan looked at the distant “palace,”

It wasn’t an imperial palace.

It was an imperial tomb.

In the instant they crossed the barrier, they had ended up inside a tomb.

Yao Yao instinctively tightened his grip on Chong Yan’s hand.

But whose tomb was this?

Yao Yao wanted to call them back, feeling that it would be safer if they all stayed together.

However, at that moment, a familiar distorted voice came.

“Hahaha, did you think that I, the Illusionary Emotion Demon, am a vegetarian?”

As strangers intruded, the tomb’s formation automatically activated, enveloping all intruders within.

Then they were scattered to different locations.

Chong Yan lowered his head, his palm empty.

His brows furrowed.

The voice of the emotion demon came from all directions.

“I have sought power from the gods, and the gods have answered my prayers, aiding in my recovery.”

“Since you refused to inhale it in town, why not experience the infinite amplification of emotions here? Hahaha.”

Even if the demon’s toxin had no effect on ancient demons, it would certainly affect the little girl beside him.

Ha.

Its laughter abruptly stopped as a bone spike accurately pierced through it in the void.

The demon of emotions: “…”

On the other side,

Yao Yao felt like she was holding Chong Yan’s hand one moment, and the next, there was only emptiness and darkness before her.

…

The graveyard.

Eerie.

Alone.

Yao Yao thought she was quite brave, after all, she wasn’t afraid of demons or beasts.

However, the Illusionary Emotion Demon was still releasing pollen strands. Yao Yao pinched her nose to avoid inhaling it but still felt the “fear” emotion being amplified.

Where is Chong Yan? Where did brother and sister Sword Spirit, and Little Black Snake, end up after being transported?

What would happen to their emotions after being amplified? Is brother going to practice swordsmanship at a grave, and will Little Black Snake compare aesthetics with ghosts?

In her fear, Yao Yao was still trying to think. The true form of the Illusionary Emotion Demon of had lost its power, only able to release pollen strands. But who was lurking and moving within this tomb?

Who was tending to the farmland? Who was praying to the “gods”? The emotions of these people became the true nourishment for the emotion demon.

And now, her fear had become part of her nourishment.

Trembling, she opened her palm and released a faint golden glow, revealing a small area of brightness ahead. She felt a little better, but not much.

Her heart was pounding. She realized that she had been almost inseparable from Chong Yan, and now, after being apart for just a short while, she was feeling uncomfortable.

Yao Yao’s bloodline spiritual power could expel evil magic, but she didn’t know if it could repel anything else. She could only try her best to release her “little jellyfish” and see if she could find an exit by examining the surroundings.

This seemed to be a side hall within the Emperor’s Tomb, with hardly anything placed inside except for a large box in the center.

It seemed like a coffin.

Yao Yao released her spiritual power and dared to touch the coffin. Fortunately, there was nothing inside.

It was empty.

However, her fear resurfaced, and her heart started pounding again.

“Thump. Thump.”

Whose footsteps were those?

Although she could guess that something must be moving around here, when it actually appeared, Yao Yao couldn’t help but panic.

Help, help me.

Now she didn’t even dare to release the little jellyfish, fearing that she would be too conspicuous. She quickly hid behind the empty coffin.

But the footsteps continued.

And they were getting more and more numerous, and closer.

Yao Yao covered her mouth, feeling like she was about to be surrounded. She clenched her teeth, climbed into the empty coffin, and secretly released her spiritual power from her sleeve, hoping to disperse them.

The sounds did slow down.

But Yao Yao didn’t dare to open her eyes.

Under the influence of the Illusionary Emotion Demon, her imagination would be infinitely magnified, and various images would whirl around in front of her eyes. Finally, when her eyes were brimming with tears…

“Snap.”

A pale hand reached out beside her.

Yao Yao: “…”

Yao Yao was frightened and fainted.

She completely shut down.

Chong Yan lowered his eyes, feeling a bit helpless, wanting to reach out and pull her out.

But Yao Yao had shrunk into the small box, tightly closed her eyes, and trembled like a wet puppy.

Chong Yan tried several positions, but couldn’t get her out.

He sighed softly.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, she was scared.

So, when Yao Yao woke up again, she didn’t know how much time had passed. It was still pitch-black around her, but she could smell the familiar cold scent.

She was tightly embraced.

It seemed like there were still many unidentified creatures around.

However, the fear that had multiplied a hundredfold in her heart suddenly disappeared.

It was crowded here.

She squeezed herself into his embrace.

Strange, his chest was so cold.

But Yao Yao felt a warm and comforting sensation spreading throughout her body.

Then she quietly wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes onto Chong Yan’s sleeve.