Chapter 1733 - 1734: Reunion
The Spirit Mountain collapsed, and within moments became ruins, covered with countless bricks, tiles, and gravel, leaving a scene of devastation.
Inside the Jile World, it was silent, not a sound could be heard, resembling a deathly still grave, with no wind, no sound.
After an unknown amount of time, a hand suddenly extended from the ruins, clutching a Heavy Sword.
The next second, countless bricks and rubble scattered outwards as if exploded, as Yang Fei emerged from the ruins cradling An Zichen.
His figure soared high like a bullet, then expanded in the air and landed lightly.
In Yang Fei's arms, An Zichen's breath was weak, yet her cheeks were as bright and striking as embers.
Yang Fei placed her on the ground and dusted her off casually, An Zichen bit her lower lip and gently evaded Yang Fei's hand.
Seeing her unappreciative, Yang Fei forced a dry smile.
"What are you doing? Wasn't I saving you?"
An Zichen snorted, inadvertently biting her lip, which appeared slightly red and swollen.
The two were trapped under the Spirit Mountain, nearly suffocating from lack of oxygen.
In desperation, Yang Fei activated Turtle Breathing, using his body's pores to breathe through air gaps to sustain bodily functions.
However, An Zichen hadn't practiced Turtle Extreme, making breathing immediately difficult.
With no other option, Yang Fei had to best transfer oxygen to An Zichen mouth-to-mouth.
Moreover, the frequency and duration of oxygen transfers could almost be filed for Guinness World Record something kiss records.
As a result, An Zichen's delicate lips became swollen.
While both struggled to breathe, Yang Fei extracted the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army to carve out an escape route.
With Yang Fei's Dragon Elephant Strength, the indestructible Heavy Sword, the two took three hours to finally escape.
An Zichen knew Yang Fei did it out of necessity, but upon finally climbing out of the ruins, she couldn't help but be embarrassed and throw a small tantrum.
Yang Fei smiled bitterly internally but had to protect An Zichen's dignity.
At this moment, Yang Fei glanced around and was suddenly shocked.
After the Spirit Mountain collapsed, everything surrounding it underwent a miraculous transformation.
The once light golden sky turned gray and lifeless.
Across the wilderness, the golden hue of countless Bodhi Trees had faded, leaving bare black trunks as if burnt by fire.
Nearby rivers had dried up, and the golden wheat fields had completely vanished, leaving only ash-gray-black stalks.
Heavenly Zen Chanting sounds in the sky disappeared without a trace, leaving the world silent.
Yang Fei stared dumbfounded at the changes of this realm, from the solemn and reverent Jile World into the eerie and terrifying Incessant Hell.
However, in comparison, Yang Fei preferred this Incessant Hell, after all, this was reality.
An Zichen also stared blankly at everything around, forgetting her embarrassment and anger.
She grabbed Yang Fei's hand, her voice trembling.
"Yang Fei, how did this... change?"
Yang Fei suddenly realized that after he pulled out the Nine-Rank Lotus, the realm underwent this strange transformation.
Could it be that this Heaven turned into Hell due to the loss of the Nine-Rank Lotus.
Yang Fei thought to himself, unable to resist touching the Nine-Rank Lotus in his embrace.
This lotus, formed as a Lotus Platform, was hastily removed by Yang Fei during their escape and then neglected.
However, upon touching it, Yang Fei realized his Nine-Rank Lotus was completely empty.
Immediately, Yang Fei panicked and frantically searched his body, but not a trace of the Nine-Rank Lotus could be found.
An Zichen saw his sudden change in expression, grew worried, and stood in the distance staring at Yang Fei.
Yang Fei searched everywhere on himself, but found nothing.
He slumped dejectedly; such an important treasure as the Nine-Rank Lotus had just vanished?
Yang Fei pondered hard, suddenly removing his shirt, his clothes, and then his pants.
An Zichen was shocked, covering her eyes with her hands: "You... thief, what are you doing?"
Before she finished speaking, Yang Fei stripped down to his underwear, stark naked.
An Zichen blushed, turned around, and squatted on the ground, feeling shy and flustered.
"Yang Fei, what's wrong with you, what are you trying to do?"
Yang Fei didn't respond, searching all over his body for traces of the Nine-Rank Lotus.
Finally, Yang Fei had a shocking discovery on his body.
Beneath his stomach, Yang Fei found traces of the Nine-Rank Lotus, resembling both a birthmark and a tattoo, lifelike.
The Ninth-Rank Golden Lotus still swayed gracefully, only shrinking several hundred times, now only palm-sized.
"Damn, there's a Ninth-Rank Golden Lotus growing on my Little Bird."
"This could be a Treasuries that transformed Jile World, who knows if it has ~hemp power?"
Yang Fei pondered, this guy pulled his underwear to sneak a peek inside, worrying quietly.
An Zichen finally couldn't bear it any longer, marched over, and grabbed Yang Fei's ear.
"Little Bird Yang, you lunatic, what are you thinking?"
Yang Fei's ear burned painfully, screaming miserably.
"Let go, let go, I'm just inspecting my body, does this tattoo look good?"
An Zichen dared not look, blushing, furiously twisting Yang Fei's ear a turn.
"Rogue, if you don't dress now, I'll fight you."
Yang Fei turned back to look at An Zichen, realizing his indecency.
He smiled mischievously: "Free for you to see, why not be happy? Try pinning your fingers, spy without parting them."
An Zichen almost spat old blood; did this jerk think she was peeking?
Seeing her genuinely angry, Yang Fei quickly broke free of An Zichen's grip and slipped into his clothes.
"Don't be mad, don't be mad, I'll tell you something, try not to be amazed."
Yang Fei finished speaking, revealing the Nine-Rank Lotus affair to An Zichen, who stared wide-eyed and incredulous.
"You're saying, the Nine-Rank Lotus attached to your body?"
Yang Fei shrugged arrogantly: "Could be, my charm can't be resisted, adored by all, blooms upon sight."
An Zichen glared at Yang Fei: "You're talking nonsense, desecrating Buddha, I'm afraid you'll be thrown into Hell of Tongue-Ripping."
Yang Fei laughed heartily: "The Jile World destroyed by my hand, what Buddha is left?"
An Zichen fell speechless; Jile World transforming into Incessant Hell was Yang Fei's doing, a solid fact.
At this moment, dust swirled in the distance, thousands of dark spots charged forward like a swarm of ants.
Upon their approach, Yang Fei and An Zichen saw they were a horde of snarling monsters.
These monsters included skeletal creatures and pallid faces, blank expressions, surprisingly akin to legendary zombies.
An Zichen and Yang Fei were dumbstruck until Yang Fei finally shouted.
"Oh F**, it's Undead, run!"