On his fifteenth day in the Myriad Spirits Garden secret realm, Ren Ye brought Ox Little Mouse to Fifty-Eighth Peak. They still had just under half the journey left to the final destination, the Twelve Immortal Mountain Dao Pavilions. They had traveled so quickly mainly because Ren Ye had used an Infiltrator Token once to cover ground, crossing an entire mountain in one go and moving closer to the inner ring. Otherwise, with the azure ox's and little mouse's walking speed, they could have covered half the journey at most by now.
The deeper they went into the Myriad Spirits Mountain Range, the fewer and more tightly packed the encircling mountains became, like circular tracks nested inside one another, gradually contracting inward. Thus, after Ren Ye passed within Seventieth Peak, the mountain numbers he heard in the Heavenly Dao announcements grew progressively smaller with each peak he crossed, and the gaps between the numbers shrank too.
Yesterday, he had been at Sixty-One Peak. After painstakingly advancing another step toward the inner ring, he had only reached Fifty-Eighth Peak.
Over these past dozen or so days, the Myriad Spirits Mountain Range had suddenly become unusually peaceful and tranquil. Apart from the occasional spirit beasts killing one another during the day, no more strange incidents had occurred. As everyone knew, Little Bad King was a glutton for punishment. Whenever he entered a secret realm, he was never afraid of frequent trouble; what he feared was a frightening silence.
Frequent trouble meant frequent clues, making it easier for him to seize opportunities. But once things quieted down, he felt he had nowhere to direct his efforts, that "the unknown was the most terrifying." Ever since he had used the Infiltrator Token that day, he had experienced no more mysterious disappearances or deaths in