Although Song Lun did not say much, from his reaction, Ji Yuan understood that he definitely knew about Corpse Nine, and might even know what the Apocalypse Alliance was all about. Moreover, in Ji Yuan's mind, Zhong Pingxiu was a genuine immortal cultivator of the True Immortal level. Song Lun actually said that it was inconvenient for Zhong Pingxiu to leave Wuliang Mountain, and Ji Yuan could not help but think about it.
Without any extra words, Song Lun rode on a cloud and took Ji Yuan away from Ju'an Pavilion, all the way up to the sky, flew into the high-altitude strong wind, and then flew rapidly towards the southwest. The flying speed was still increasing all the way, and he even used his superb wind-controlling ability to harness the strong wind for assistance.
There were whistling strong winds all around, "Woo... Woo..." Even if one had the skill to control the wind, sometimes the strong winds could still make metal friction sounds around Songlun's escape light, so flying in the high-altitude strong winds was not quiet, let alone comfortable.
Ji Yuan didn't say anything after flying for a long time. Song Lun stood aside, continuing to fly the cloud while explaining some things to Ji Yuan.
"Mr. Ji, you are a person with great supernatural powers. I heard you said that you watched Dreams in the Clouds back then. I'm sure you know that my master's Taoism is quite profound."
"Yes, since he was able to write "Dream in the Clouds", Brother Zhong's cultivation level is at least at the level of a 'True Immortal' in the current world of immortal cultivation."
Ji Yuan's words "the current world of immortal cultivation" and the word "so-called" made Song Lun even more excited, and he nodded slowly.
"Mr. Ji is right. When it comes to realm, my master is indeed worthy of the title 'True Immortal', which is what the immortal masters call transcending the light of the Three Huas and reaching the realm of Dongxuan. Uh, it's superficial for me to mention this in front of you, Mr. Ji."
Ji Yuan didn't want to listen to all these mysterious things. Since Song Lun brought it up, he would directly ask about what he was most concerned about. Where exactly was the so-called Wuliang Mountain, how far it was and how long would it take to fly? No one knew it yet. There was no need to keep it to himself if he could figure it out now.
"From the reaction of Daoist Song in Ju'an Pavilion, it seems that he knows this Corpse Nine? And Daoist Zhong, with the realm of Xuanmiao Zhenxian, why can't he leave Wuliang Mountain?"
Song Lun stood on the top of the cloud, not slowing down his escape speed, looking at Ji Yuan seriously. The other's pair of eyes seemed lifeless, but seemed to know everything about the world and could touch people's hearts deeply.
"Mr. Ji, didn't you also only show up in the past few decades?"
Ji Yuan opened his eyes slightly, his body did not move, but his heart was shocked. He thought that Zhong Pingxiu might know about the Apocalypse Alliance and might know about Shi Jiu, but now it seems that the other party might also have some understanding of the "secret that cannot be told", which made Ji Yuan very excited.
"Fellow Daoist Zhong, is it because of this that you cannot leave Wuliang Mountain?"
Song Lun bowed and saluted Ji Yuan again.
"Sir, let's go back to Wuliang Mountain to discuss our master's affairs first. As for Corpse Nine, I can talk to you first."
Ji Yuan didn't expect to get a very accurate answer when he asked the question just now. If it was as he thought, then if Song Lun said it here, wouldn't it be a disaster for both of them? So when he saw Song Lun changing the subject, he hurriedly spoke up.
"Appreciate further details."
"Well, although Corpse Nine is a corpse demon, before I talk about him, I have to mention one thing. I wonder if Mr. Ji knows that 'witch' is not a person who practices those unorthodox witchcraft, but..."
"Witch tribe? Are you trying to tell me that Corpse Nine is from the witch tribe?"
"Sir, you do know about the Wu Clan, but Shi Jiu can't be considered a member of the Wu Clan. It's impossible for him to have even seen a Wu Clan. He is just a poor fellow who accidentally learned about the Wu Clan's story. He tried to obtain the Wu Clan's indestructible body by relying on some external objects and his own research, but in the end he became neither a corpse nor a human!"
When Song Lun said this, there was obvious sarcasm in his tone, but there was also some emotion implied in his tone. He then looked at Ji Yuan and said.
"Shi Jiu thought I didn't know his current situation. In fact, I know exactly what his name is and what he has become. But I didn't expect that he would have the courage to come to you, Mr. Ji!"
Having said that, Song Lun's face showed obvious hesitation, then he bowed solemnly to Ji Yuan again and spoke sincerely.
"Perhaps he is really good at hiding, or maybe you thought he was useful so you spared his life. No matter what, I would like to thank you for not killing him outright!"
Song Lun's eyes swept across Ji Yuan's back, and he could vaguely see a vague sword-shaped aura behind Ji Yuan. That must be the Qingteng Immortal Sword hanging on his back. And on the surface, he also knew that there was also a treasure called the Immortal Binding Rope.
"It seems that Fellow Daoist Song has a deep connection with this Corpse Nine?"
"It's a long story, and we still have a lot of time on the road. If you don't mind me being long-winded, I can talk to you in detail."
"Appreciate further details!"
There was nothing else to say. It was not that Ji Yuan didn't want to hear anything else, but Song Lun obviously didn't want to say too much at this moment, so he could only listen to some gossip.
Following the swift gale and without sparing his magic power, Song Lun took Ji Yuan and flew on the cloud for a total of nine days and ten nights. At this moment, there was already a vast ocean below, and there was not even an island in sight, let alone any mountains. However, Ji Yuan was not in a hurry at all and waited for Song Lun to lead the way.
"Mr. Ji, Wuliang Mountain is right below."
While Song Lun was speaking, the cloud he was riding on was already flying straight downwards, getting faster and faster. It was about to hit the sea surface but there was no sign of slowing down. Ji Yuan guessed in his heart that the Wuliang Mountain was probably at the bottom of the sea.
Song Lun brought Ji Yuan with him, and the two of them stepped on the clouds and crashed straight into the waves of the ocean, but there was not a splash of water at the moment of impact, as if the clouds and the two people on them merged directly into the water.
The flowing water around was passing by quickly. At this moment, Ji Yuan felt no different from being in the strong wind before, except that the strong wind was replaced by flowing water. The scenery was still receding rapidly. The two of them kept moving towards the bottom of the sea and finally escaped into a deep trench. This trench seemed to have no end. After moving forward rapidly in the darkness for a long time, a faint light began to appear in front of their eyes.
Then the light became brighter and brighter, as if pursuing the arrival of dawn. During this process, Ji Yuan gradually developed an illusion that his consciousness and body were separated. He knew that he was always going downhill, but his consciousness felt as if he was flying upwards. Later, he even had a vague feeling of weightlessness.
“Hua La La La…”
There was the sound of water falling around them, but it didn't sound like a large stream of water pouring down, but rather the sound of rain. The two finally flew into the light, but Ji Yuan looked at his feet and around him and found that no matter far or near, raindrops were constantly rising from around the clouds under his feet and flying quickly upwards.
'wrong!'
Ji Yuan was suddenly startled and looked up suddenly. A towering mountain appeared before him "in the sky". In Ji Yuan's eyes at this moment, the peak of the mountain was facing downwards, and its bottom was still connected to the ground.
At this moment, Song Lun waved his hand, and the clouds under his and Ji Yuan's feet twisted and flew in a semicircle.
“Hua La La La…”
The rain fell from his side, onto Ji Yuan's head and shoulders, and also fell under the clouds. This angle was the correct angle, but Ji Yuan still felt light and fluttery.
"Mr. Ji, this is Wuliang Mountain. Or, you can call it Liangjie Mountain. Let's go down. My master has been waiting for a long time!"
Song Lun introduced himself and rode the cloud slowly towards the mountains below. During this process, Ji Yuan's light feeling gradually faded away, and the weight seemed to gradually return to normal.
In the hazy rain, Ji Yuan looked around. Although his eyesight has always been a problem most of the time, even so, there were few mountains that made him feel like he couldn't see the whole picture like this mountain.
Wuliang Mountain is as its name suggests. It does not have endless peaks, but it has extremely large mountains. The mountains do not look sharp or steep, but rather have a relatively gentle slope. However, the connected mountains are extremely large. There are only a dozen or so mountain peaks connected together, and in Ji Yuan's sight, there is a strange sense of distortion, as if they span an endless distance.
"Wuliang Mountain? Liangjie Mountain?"
As the clouds gradually lowered in height, Ji Yuan gradually felt that something was increasingly wrong, or rather, he felt something was wrong after the altitude had only dropped for a short while.
The feeling of falling, or gravity, was becoming stronger and stronger in Ji Yuan's feeling. At the moment, he was still in the very high sky and Wuliang Mountain was still far away, but the gravity was becoming stronger and stronger. Almost every time the cloud head dropped one foot, his weight doubled.
"No way... when it reaches the bottom, won't it be crushed into pulp?"
Ji Yuan’s current level of Taoism is no longer that of a novice, but even now, when he casually estimates, his heart starts beating wildly. He doubts whether he can hold on. If he really can’t, he can only use the Immortal Binding Rope to help. Then he changes his mind and thinks, there is no reason why Fellow Daoist Song next to him can hold on, right
"Mr. Ji, the falling force will be greater in this section, and it will be fine after a while. However, Song must use all his strength to drive the cloud, so he cannot explain any more to you, sir!"
After saying this, Song Lun had already formed seals with his hands and was casting a spell with all his might. As the divine light of power emerged, a hazy halo appeared behind him. From Ji Yuan's perspective, as the clouds descended, the gravity became more and more exaggerated. Without using any magic power, he could even feel that every bone and every muscle of his was like a spring that was getting tighter and tighter.
After feeling a little dizzy, Ji Yuan had to use his magic power to protect his body, but the gravity continued to increase. In Ji Yuan's eyes, Song Lun was constantly making hand gestures and not sparing his magic power. The light and colors around him had a fuzzy feeling like a scorching road in the hot summer.
After a long time, the gravity finally stopped increasing, and then began to slowly weaken as the altitude decreased. Ji Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and he could also see that Song Lun also had a visibly relaxed expression. The lower the altitude, the greater the gravity dropped. When they were less than a hundred feet away from the mountain, Song Lun was able to talk and laugh again.
"Haha, sorry to make you laugh, Mr. Ji. This Wuliang Mountain is hard to find and even harder to enter. The stronger your physique is, the more terrifying it is. My Immortal Dao Wonderland can offset some of the impact, but even I don't come here often. Even if I accept disciples, the Taoist tradition is still spread outside."
When Song Lun was speaking, Ji Yuan could already see a man in a wide robe and long hair on a hill in the distance, bowing towards Yuntou. In Ji Yuan's opinion, this should be Zhong Pingxiu. He was also standing on Yuntou, returning the greeting from afar.