The West Mountain in the western suburbs of Mingdu appear to be just an ordinary mountain forest, lush and peaceful, with nothing particularly remarkable about it, let alone any danger.
However, this seemingly ordinary mountain forest is far from simple.
This is where God of Love fell!
Due to its unique nature, this place holds hidden secrets. Only by performing a specific sacrificial ceremony can one unlock Qiankun Asking Love Valley, one of the three legendary treasure lands of the Douluo Continent!
Of course, many readers also know this treasure trove as " Qiankun Dog Training Valley ".
This is because in the original novel, Huo Yuhao was thoroughly "trained" here by his father-in-law, who resided high in the Divine Realm.
After undergoing inhuman trials and choices, Huo Yuhao's rough edges were eventually smoothed out, and he even gradually forgot the blood oath he swore in his childhood, gradually becoming the "appearance" that Tang San had hoped for.
Therefore, this Qiankun Asking Love Valley, though said to be a treasure land that can give people opportunities, is in fact a dangerous and unpredictable place!
Its rules are bizarre, its trials are cruel, and there is always the risk of losing oneself and being trapped within it forever.
The previous leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, Limit Douluo, was trapped here for a hundred years before finally managing to escape.
However, it was precisely because of this experience that the Holy Spirit Cult, after paying a huge price, inadvertently gained partial knowledge of how to open and control the Qiankun Asking Love Valley.
They gradually transformed this Qiankun Asking Love Valley into a deadly "trap" that could be manipulated to a certain extent!
At this moment, Kong Xuan had every reason to believe that the clue about Yan Shaozhe's appearance in West Mountain yesterday was actually a poisoned bait carefully dropped by the Holy Spirit Cult!
Their purpose was to lure Kong Deming into the Qiankun Asking Love Valley!
Once trapped, even someone as strong as Kong Deming, even if he manages to survive the test, would likely never be able to leave West Mountain in his lifetime!
This must be a ruthless and deadly revenge plotted by the Holy Spirit Cult against the destruction of its former headquarters!
In the western suburbs of Mingdu, deep in the West Mountain.
Kong Deming stood silently amidst the churning, gray-white fog, his expression cold and stern.
His insightful eyes scanned his surroundings, but under the eerie white mist, his vision was compressed to the extreme, and he could only barely make out the scene within a few meters around him.
After several attempts, this powerful cultivator, who was close to the Limit Douluo realm, grew increasingly solemn.
He was now certain that this place was no safe haven!
When Divine Power is extended, it is like a mud ox sinking into the sea, firmly suppressed within a small area, unable to extend further.
Several attempts to retrace their steps by following their memories ultimately resulted in them mysteriously returning to the same spot.
What made him feel even more uneasy was that his most relied-upon spatial abilities were severely limited here!
The surrounding space became unusually "stable," and the spatial passage that could previously be torn open with a thought was now difficult to move even slightly.
All his skills seemed so powerless in the face of this seemingly ordinary white mist, much like a tiger caught in a spider's web, with sharp claws and teeth but nowhere to use them.
By this point, Kong Deming had a clear understanding of the situation.
There is probably no trace of Yan Shaozhe here at all. From beginning to end, this was a trap carefully planned by Kong Deming against him!
Having grasped this point, a chilling anger rose from the depths of his heart, but even more so, a sense of vigilance in the face of unknown dangers.
Since turning back has proven futile, only one option remains!
forward!
Even if what lies ahead is a den of dragons and tigers, or an even deeper and more unfathomable unknown danger, there is no other way at this moment.
Sitting idly by and waiting for death is definitely not his style.
Thinking of this, a resolute glint flashed in Kong Deming's eyes.
Without further hesitation, he sharply fixed his gaze on the path ahead, which was being swallowed by the thick fog, and strode out with steady and firm steps.
At the western end of the West Mountain, a group of figures stood in the valley, blocking the only exit.
This group of people varied in appearance and age, including both men and women, and their attire was also different, but the only thing they had in common was the terrifying aura emanating from them, which was almost tangible.
These people were all Titled Douluo, and several of them had a deep and unfathomable aura, clearly indicating that they were powerful individuals who had reached the level of Super Douluo!
Zhongli Wu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, stood prominently among the crowd.
His gaze, hidden in the shadow of his hood, carried an undisguised complex emotion as he occasionally glanced at the two people standing not far from him.
One of them is his wife, Feng Ling.
The other one is Yan Shaozhe, the "culprit" who caused the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters to be destroyed by the Worship Hall!
Whenever his gaze swept over Yan Shaozhe, Zhongli Wu couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of frustration and confusion welling up inside him.
He truly couldn't understand why his mother, the supreme leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, would defy all opposition and not only accept this man who should have been a mortal enemy of the Holy Cult, but also seem to value him quite... highly?
Two years ago, after Yan Shaozhe quietly left Shrek Academy, he intended to secretly go to the Dou Ling Empire to investigate.
However, to his utter surprise, before he could even take any action, he heard the news that Kong Deming had personally come to the Shrek Academy to hold him accountable.
Subsequently, the news that " Yan Shaozhe colluded with the Holy Spirit Cult " spread rapidly across the mainland like a plague, putting him in the eye of the storm.
This sudden turn of events shocked and angered him, and he dared not easily return to the academy, so he had no choice but to hide and wander around various parts of the continent.
Nearly a year had passed in turmoil, and just as he was taking a short rest in a remote place on the border of the Dou Ling Empire, fate played a cruel joke on him.
He unexpectedly encountered Feng Ling, the vice leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, who was on her way to the Dou Ling Empire to search for geniuses of Evil Soul Master!
Ultimately, after Feng Ling's words, Yan Shaozhe returned to the Holy Spirit Cult with her.
Later, under the arrangement of the Supreme Leader Ye Xishui, Yan Shaozhe was accepted as a member of the Holy Spirit Cult.
Therefore, the message that Zhongli Wu conveyed to Xuan Zi and Kong Deming was not wrong; Yan Shaozhe really was in the West Mountain.
However, these two top experts on the mainland probably won't have the chance to see Yan Shaozhe, who has now undergone a "major transformation"!
Deep in the West Mountain, all was silent except for the thick, milky-white mist that kept churning.
Although Xuan Zi and Kong Deming were located in different parts of the mountains, they both chose to head deeper into the West Mountain amidst the mist that blocked all exploration.
After walking for about half an hour, a sudden and unexpected change occurred!
Without warning or a roar, a vast halo of gold and silver light silently spread out from the depths of the distant fog.
The speed of the halo exceeded the limits of perception. Xuan Zi and Kong Deming were completely swallowed up by this sea of gold and silver almost at the same moment they noticed it.
Faced with the unknown aura, both of them instantly unleashed powerful Soul Power in an attempt to resist this unknown invasion.
However, all resistance seemed so pale and powerless in the face of this golden and silver aura.
Their Soul Power seemed to have no effect whatsoever; wherever the golden and silver light flowed, they were like plain silk soaked in a dye vat, quickly covered with an indelible layer of golden and silver luster.
Skin, robes, and hair were all enveloped in this strange state that was neither gold nor silver, as if they themselves had become part of this halo.
Then, even more unsettling changes followed.
Both of them had tried before, and it was impossible to fly in the white fog.
But at this moment, an irresistible force acted on the two of them out of thin air. Their feet quietly left the ground, and their bodies, enveloped in the halo, floated up slowly like puppets pulled by invisible threads.
No matter how much they struggled, even after unleashing their Martial Soul Avatar, they still couldn't resist the pulling force.
They could only watch helplessly as they disappeared into the even denser, almost liquid-like white mist above.
They had lost control of their bodies; the only thing they could clearly perceive was the pulling force that was carrying them rapidly toward an unknown destination in this endless expanse of pure white.