common to embellish one's family history, even if it's exaggerated, it's not something people find unacceptable.But the account of the founding patriarch of Dìng Hǎilóu being disregarded as history i...Since she had decided to accept Jiang Wang's help, Ye Qingyu wasn't hesitant: "I'll summarize Chi Yunshan's situation, the fighting styles of the other families, their strengths and weaknesses, and write you a booklet when I get back."

Jiang Wang nodded and asked, "When are we leaving for Chiyun Mountain"

“I’ve been there once before, completed the preliminary rituals for entering the mountain, and met with several other parties. The only one I didn’t meet was Yunyou Weng,” Ye Qingyu said. “Next time I go, it will be during Chiyun Mountain’s official opening ceremony in ten days.”

“Brother,” Jiang Anan timidly said after listening for a while, “How many more days can we play”

"No more playing." Jiang Wang chuckled, grabbing her and turning her around. "Now go back and do your evening lessons! You're a super cultivator now, Jiang An'an!"

After sending the reluctant Jiang An'an back to her room, Jiang Wang went to find Xiang Qian.

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There are still ten days until the agreement at Mount Chiyun, just enough time to finish everything planned beforehand.

For example... take someone forward to a place.

When he saw them coming forward, the usually downcast man was grinning foolishly there.

"What's the good news" Jiang Wang was a little curious.

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"You wouldn't believe it if I told you," Xiang Qian said with a smile. "I was just taking a walk outside, and out of the blue, a magical artifact fell from the sky! You tell me, what kind of luck is that!"

He gestured to Jiang Wang, shaking the snowy-white hairpin in his hand: "This can condense a cloud chariot, quite impressive! And it's very fast!"

Jiang Wang could only express envy. After all, he didn't know much about the Lingxiao Secret Realm, nor did he know if there was a "tradition" of dropping treasures in this place.

"Where are you going for a walk I'd like to try it too if I have time."

“Fate is a fickle thing, one shouldn't force it.” Xiang Qian acted smugly and sighed dramatically, “I slaved away for some nobles, doing all the dirty work, but barely got a few Dao Yuan Stones. After just a few days at Lingxiao Pavilion, I found a magic artifact just by taking a stroll. Is that what being rich is all about Is the gap between people truly this vast”

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Jiang Wang ignored him and said directly, "Anyway, you don't need to pack up. Let's go."

“I don’t have to clean up, right” I instinctively retorted, but then I thought about it, I was really too lazy to clean up. So I asked, “Where are we going”

"Go to the place I told you about before."

"Hey, why didn't you bring Xiao An along" I thought about it as we left the Lingxiao Secret Realm.

"As for her," Jiang Wang soared through the air, his robes billowing in the wind, "she's tired and resting."

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The road from Yun Guo to Zhuang Guo is no stranger.

Because that white-haired boy once, carried his sister step by step, using his legs to measure every bump and hurdle along this journey.

Even if I were flying overhead now, overlooking the mountains and rivers, everything would still be vividly in my memory.

That cave, he and AnAn had once huddled together by the fire. On that mountaintop, he set off fireworks for AnAn all through the night.

After leaving Zhuang Guo, he never spoke of what had happened there, but that was not forgetting. That very fact proved he could not forget.

Remember forever, cherish it always.

Therefore, it cannot be mentioned.

He didn't care where Jiang Wang was taking him, nor about anything else. He only followed Yun Guo from afar because he didn't want to disappoint his friend.

After showing off the unexpectedly found hairpin weapon in front of Jiang Wang, he quickly lost interest.

Along the way, he saw mountains and waters, but his gaze merely skimmed over them at random.

The Qishan Mountains were unremarkable compared to others he'd seen, and he didn't bother looking at them closely.

Even places shrouded in an eerie darkness, resembling a ghostly netherworld, even when visible from across the mountains, held no interest for him. He couldn't be bothered to pay them any attention.

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At most, it just feels like this place, nestled behind those verdant mountains, is a bit unsightly.

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But when he saw that Jiang Wang had stopped here and landed.

They landed outside "Ghostly Mire," and within their field of vision, there wasn't a single figure.

> More than a year has passed, and the people in the surrounding areas have accepted this reality. They know this place is a forbidden zone, a place once ravaged by the malevolent underworld god. Zhuang Ting no longer needs to station troops here because no one dares to come.

"Is this the place you're taking me to"

Looking around, he muttered to himself, "This place hasn't seen anyone in a long time, has it"

Jiang Wang ignored him, just silently looking at this 'ghostly world', and said in his heart: "Long time no see."

Big boss, Ru Cheng, Tang Dun, Huang senior brother, Wei brother, Zhao brother, Xiao sir... It's been a long time.

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"I've been to a ghost country once, it was called Fengdu. My master took me there." A feeling of oppression came over him for no reason, and he almost instinctively started to pick a fight.

Jiang Wang still remained silent. After a long pause, he looked around the surroundings and walked to a stone tablet.

This stele is grand and imposing in its stature.

He stood before the stele, gazing at the inscription for a long time without speaking.

He walked forward and leaned in to take a closer look. It was a spirit tablet, erected to commemorate the dead.

The inscription reads: ---

"Heaven and Earth obey destiny, I hereby announce to the Heavenly Emperor, Ancestral Deity:"

In the winter of the fourteenth year of Yongtai, the country lost its territory, and I lost my people.

The heavens hate me, and the people grieve for me.

The blame for this lies solely with this one person!

It pains me deeply, there are no words to express it!

Like being cut thousands of times, this heart is being fried in oil.

This is a national grievance, this is also a national hatred!

If you don't eradicate the White Bones Path, I will be your loyal subject in vain!

Throughout my life, I will surely slay the evil god Bai Gu in the Underworld!

Alas, the departed are gone, and it is difficult to catch up with the living.

To bear the weight of the nation on one's shoulders, one should not depart lightly.

Alas, separated by two realms, heaven and mortals are forever divided.

I have the hatred of ten thousand years, pouring out all the water of the Qingjiang River. Is it possible to wash it away

At this point, tears stream down my face, and I am overwhelmed with grief. Words fail me!

May Heaven show its grace and protect the people of Maple Forest. I wish them peace and prosperity in their next lives!

------ Zhuang Gao Xian diligently stands.

When I saw the White Bone Temple, I guessed right away that this must be it.

When Jiang Wang killed the pig face, and when he killed the dragon face, he was present.

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He knew very well that Jiang Wang's feelings towards the White Bone Dao were deeply rooted in hatred.

And every word on this spirit tablet describes what happened here.

"This is my home," Jiang Wang looked at this ghostly place, his face devoid of much expression: "This place is forever caught between the underworld and the mortal world. The people here will never be reborn."

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A slight upturn graced the corner of his lips: "Zhuang Gaoxian even wished them prosperity and stability in their next life."

He remained silent for a moment before asking, "Did Zhuang Gaoxian kill them"

“I discovered the abnormality of the Bai Gu Dao and reported it to Zhuang Ting. But Zhuang Ting pretended not to know and allowed the demons of Bai Gu Dao to sacrifice the entire city. Because Zhuang Gao Xian wanted to use that white bone pill obtained from the sacrifice of the entire city to achieve his goal of becoming a real person in this world!”

In the entire Fenglin City, hundreds of thousands of people perished. The only proof that they ever existed is this monument to the souls lost.

Jiang Wang reached out and stroked the inscription on the Spirit Tablet: "And here, it records Zhuang Gaoxian's love for his people like his own children, his greatness and responsibility."

>Move forward in silence.

And Jiang Wang faced this place that had become a human hell: "My home is here. My brothers, friends, classmates, teachers, neighbors, and relatives... are all here."

That year I was seventeen, at the peak of my youth, but my hair turned white overnight.

He asked, "Do you think I could understand the word 'despair'"e aged swordsman nears his twilight, a sword like the setting sun pursuing.A sword came slashing down, a sign of the downfall of esteemed scholars who wielded their pens with abandon. A decade of obsc...