Chapter 1728 - 1729: Heaven and Hell
Gradually, Yang Fei discovered the terrifying side of this Jile World.
This place is indeed opulent and splendid, unmatched both above and below.
Yet Yang Fei realized that since arriving here, he hasn't encountered any life.
Whether it be flowers, grass, trees, or insects, fish, birds, and beasts, none possess life; the entire Jile World is like a silent tomb.
Until now, aside from Yang Fei as the only life form, there is no one else, no other creatures.
The Golden Bird perched on the Bodhi Tree seems to have fallen into a slumber, devoid of any vitality.
Swarms of ants lurk underground, lacking any signs of life.
Everything is entirely devoid of life!
Yang Fei couldn't help but shiver; if this is the so-called Jile World that people long for, Yang Fei would rather this world never existed.
How is this Jile World different from hell?
The overwhelming drowsiness continues to lull Yang Fei.
Yang Fei even suspects that all life in this realm has fallen into eternal sleep, never to awaken.
If Yang Fei had dozed off just now, he might have remained asleep, nourished by the Vital Energy of this world, becoming a golden statue.
Thinking of this, Yang Fei couldn't help but grit his teeth.
No wonder Zeus had abducted Ancestral Master, forcing him here; there is definitely something peculiar about this place.
Yang Fei thought to himself, clenching his fist so tightly that his nails dug into his palm,.
The pain in his palm reminded Yang Fei of the danger in this realm.
Just then, far off in the wilderness, under a Bodhi Tree, Yang Fei suddenly noticed a figure clad in a snow-white dress.
The figure drooped to the ground, resembling a withered white lotus.
An Zichen!
Yang Fei's heart leaped with joy; upon arriving in this realm, he was all alone.
At this moment, seeing An Zichen, Yang Fei felt happier than discovering any priceless treasure.
Yang Fei rushed over, sprinting to An Zichen's side, but as he saw An Zichen's holy and graceful face, his heart sank.
Currently, An Zichen has already fallen into a deep sleep, with her long eyelashes hanging low, her expression serene like that of a sleeping infant.
Surrounding An Zichen, Xue Mingtai, Sword Emperor, and Wen Taikang are nowhere to be seen, their whereabouts unknown.
Yang Fei's heart raced, fearing that An Zichen might be in peril.
He slowly crouched, reaching out to check An Zichen's breath, finding her breath even and steady, which brought slight relief.
"Zi Chen, what's wrong with you? Wake up."
Yang Fei reached out to nudge An Zichen, but she remained unresponsive, her gentle breathing consistent.
Yang Fei glanced at her slightly puckered lips, half-transparent, glistening like a gemstone, unable to resist being moved.
According to legend, it's usually a prince's kiss that awakens a sleeping princess.
Yang Fei looked at An Zichen's profile, involuntarily letting out a mischievous chuckle.
Of course, such thoughts only fleetingly crossed his mind; Yang Fei wasn't a gentleman, but he wasn't one to take advantage of others either.
He opened his military backpack, retrieved a Silver Needle, and pierced several major points like Baihui, Tiantu, and Jade Pillow on An Zichen.
These major points are intersections of the governor and conception vessels, the most sensitive parts of the human body.
No matter how formidable the expert, these spots are crucial and shouldn't be touched lightly.
Once Yang Fei finished needling, he sent a pure stream of True Martial Qi Energy from An Zichen's Niwan Palace to stimulate An Zichen's brain nerves.
After a while, An Zichen's body trembled, her long eyelashes fluttered open, and she saw Yang Fei.
Yang Fei felt delighted: "Thank heavens you finally woke up."
An Zichen looked bewildered, staring blankly at Yang Fei.
"Why are you here, where is Ming Tai?"
Yang Fei sighed: "I wanted to ask you; how did you end up here, and where is everyone else?"
Both spoke to each other and realized neither knew anything about this realm, which made them laugh.
The chill on An Zichen's face disappeared, her expression grew much softer.
"I just entered the ruined temple, and a beam of Golden Light dazzled me, making me fall here."
"Amid the Zen Chanting, I felt drowsy and passed out."
Yang Fei slapped his thigh: "Almost the same, I nearly fell asleep too."
"This place is truly bizarre; it seems to compel one's will, emptying all thoughts and worries."
An Zichen gazed at Yang Fei, and after a while, she shifted her eyes.
"You saved me again; the debt I owe you keeps growing."
Yang Fei chuckled: "We're all our people; no need to talk about debts, it's too formal."
In Yang Fei's heart, An Zichen's identity and peculiar nature hovered between familial bonds and a certain tenderness.
Playmates from childhood grew up to become an enchanting beauty.
To Yang Fei, An Zichen is not only family but also a witness to a part of his lost memory.
"No…"
An Zichen gazed fixedly at Yang Fei, her demeanor somewhat stubborn.
"What I owe you, I'll repay naturally. If not fully this lifetime, then in the next."
Yang Fei found this statement awkward; isn't there a hint of eternal pledges in this?
An Zichen also felt her words were somewhat improper, blushing, she stood up, pretending to look around calmly.
Yang Fei noticed that her snow-white neck was now tinged with pink, realizing this holy and graceful woman was shy, he chuckled.
He didn't mention it, pointing at the distant peak with a suggestion.
"In this world, that summit is where Heaven and Earth Vital Energy is strongest."
"I have a premonition that we might find some clues atop the peak."
An Zichen nodded, somewhat worried about Xue Mingtai.
"Alright, perhaps Ming Tai and Sword Emperor, Elder Wen, and others are gathered there; let's head over now."
Yang Fei is concerned about Old Master Wang, unsure if he's in this Jile World, and whether Zeus is here.
Thinking of Old Master Wang makes Yang Fei anxious, racing off with An Zichen towards the distant peak.
Along the way, golden leaves covered the ground, unstained by dust, utterly clean and utterly quiet, entirely devoid of any vitality.
An Zichen too noticed this dreadful scene, feeling deeply uneasy.
Though the peak seems near, as they walk, the distance proved to be far; however, their speed is as swift as galloping horses, soon reaching the foot of the peak.
As they draw closer, the outline of the peak became clearer, its near-vertical walls towering a thousand yards high, seemingly much taller than Mount Everest.
Atop the summit, a towering Buddhist Temple stands majestic and grand.
Above the temple, auspicious energy forms clusters of multicolored lotus flowers, dazzling and blooming.
Yang Fei and An Zichen stopped in their tracks, Yang Fei was exceedingly astonished.
"Could this be the true Great Thunderclap Temple?"
An Zichen nodded: "I guess this mountain is the legendary Spirit Mountain."