The horse pulling Yang Qing and his companions' carriage suddenly went mad, charging straight toward the shallow ditches.
Even with their combined strength, Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou failed to restrain the crazed horse. Fortunately, Pei Buji moved swiftly, slinging all the bundles in the carriage onto his back and pulling Yang Qing out at the last moment.
With a crash, the carriage struck the ground and shattered.
The crazed horse finally broke free of Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou's grip, racing into the depths of the Desert until it vanished from sight.
"Phew! What got into that horse?" Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou let out heavy breaths before looking toward Yang Qing, who had landed on the ground. Only when they saw that he was unharmed did they relax.
"Young master, we're inside this Hexagram Diagram now. What should we do next?" Bu Er looked around, somewhat worried.
Although all they had seen earlier were a few shallow ditches, once they landed among them, they discovered that their surroundings had changed dramatically.
What had been a barren desert was now lush with grass and carpeted with mountain flowers.
"What's going on?" Bu Er reached out to touch the grass, only to discover, to his surprise, that the utterly lifelike blades passed through his palm like air and hovered above it.
"A mirage? I never imagined we would see such a marvelous sight here, at a time like this." Jiang Zhizhou gazed at the green phantoms of grass hovering above Bu Er's palm and sighed in wonder.
A mirage was said to mark the location of an immortal mountain. Anyone fortunate enough to see one would gain eternal life.
But although a mirage had indeed appeared before them, where was this supposed immortal mountain?
Yang Qing naturally saw the seemingly