Mysterious Mountain Range.
Led by Yun Tang, Ye Qingxian and I brought our three daughters and paid another quiet visit.
This time, I did not alert anyone.
A rocky desert and a primeval forest
together formed a peculiar landscape across this land.
Yangyang stood atop a boulder and sensed the distance. "The Spiritual Energy here is fairly abundant. It should be the richest land in the lower realm."
Her recent cultivation had relied on absorbing spirit stones.
So the amount of Spiritual Energy in the environment would not affect her cultivation speed.
The two little ones still could not cultivate properly.
But that did not stop them from sensing how much fresher the air around them had become.
"It's near the rocks ahead."
This place, this patch of land, was somewhere Cat mother would never forget for the rest of her life.
Because
she had once buried her husband's body here with her own hands.
I stood before a crude mound of earth, its contours nearly worn away, and memories came flooding back like a tide.
Cat father's severed forelimb—Cat mother had searched the forest for it for a long time.
In the end, she learned from a kind Demon Cultivator that it had been carried away by other demon beasts long ago.
The outcome spoke for itself.
The body buried in the pit was exactly as Cat father had looked when he returned.
"Kneel!" I said expressionlessly, forcing down the ache in my heart.
"Be good. Kowtow to your grandpa three times."
Ashes from the joss paper drifted through the sky, carrying the desolation and grief of bygone days.
I was the first to kneel, respectfully knocking my head against the ground three times.
The three little ones were obedient at this moment as well.
Not one of them