Chapter 609: Chapter 298: The Tragic Seventh Breaking Mountains and Attacking Temples! Beyond the Heavens

As dawn broke, Zhang Fan and Li Miaoyin set off by car to Little Elephant Mountain.

Guixi Province is renowned for its strange peaks and karst caves, earning the title of "the finest mountain and water scenery under heaven," and Little Elephant Mountain is one of Jingjiang’s famous attractions. From a distance, it resembles a giant elephant with its trunk probing the river.

Lin Jianyue said that on the day of her sudden tribulation, her Primordial Spirit escaped, and she hid her physical body there.

"It really does look like an elephant’s trunk."

Arriving at the riverside, Zhang Fan looked up into the distance and saw the rising sun, the waves forming below. The mountains seemed almost alive, resembling a giant elephant drinking from the river.

"The Hundred Thousand Mountains, with hidden secret realms..."

Li Miaoyin stood beside Zhang Fan, her eyes reflecting the rising sun, the golden light casting her long eyelashes in a radiant glow, making her appear particularly captivating at that moment.

"Legend has it that in ancient times, spirit monsters roamed everywhere here. Demonic ghosts ran rampant, living humans were turned into food, and white bones stacked into mountains, angering the heavens. Consequently, Immortal Gods brought the Hundred Thousand Mountains to suppress the demonic ghosts, bringing peace to the world."

Li Miaoyin recounted a legend about the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

"So, does that mean there are still demonic ghosts here?" Zhang Fan was intrigued.

"Of course," Li Miaoyin nodded.

"All the demonic ghosts in the world are hidden within the mountains and seas."

In places like Ailao Mountain, Three Thousand Qinling, and Changbai Mountain there are hidden realms where demonic ghosts reside, spirit monsters cultivate in secrecy, unseen by the sun and untouched by the Red Dust, unknown to outsiders.

The Hundred Thousand Mountains certainly has its secret realms with hidden demonic ghosts.

"The Daoist Sect’s seventh Mountain-breaking and Temple-attacking campaign happened within these Hundred Thousand Mountains, do you know why?" Li Miaoyin suddenly shifted the topic.

"Why?"

"Because throughout history, battles between the Daoist Sect and the Wuwei Sect inevitably involved all demonic ghosts and spirit monsters as a tribulation engulfing all cultivators. No one could stay uninvolved," Li Miaoyin solemnly stated.

When the Wuwei Sect was at its peak, it claimed to command all the demonic ghosts in the world, encompassing worshipers from all corners, suppressing the influence of the Daoist Sect.

As a result, when conflicts arose, demonic ghosts from the various mountain and sea secret realms became targets for both sides to recruit.

Those were dreadful sources of soldiers.

"During the seventh Mountain-breaking and Temple-attacking, the Demon Leader of the Hundred Thousand Mountains sided with the Wuwei Sect," Li Miaoyin said sternly.

"Demon Leader..."

Zhang Fan recalled Fang Changle once saying that within every mountain and sea secret realm, there were at least dozens of demonic ghosts, sometimes close to a thousand, and the strongest among them, who surpassed all other demons, was called the Demon Leader.

And the strongest Demon Leader under the heavens, who surpassed ten thousand demons, was King Yan, once a follower of the Three Corpses Daoist.

"It’s said that the Demon Leader of the Hundred Thousand Mountains at the time was a white elephant turned demon, possessing immense Divine Techniques and extraordinary Demon Techniques, capable of moving mountains and overturning seas..."

"Sadly, that battle was too brutal, fate was not on the Wuwei Sect’s side. The Dragon Tiger Zhang Family possessed incomprehensible methods, decimating the demonic ghosts of the Hundred Thousand Mountains..."

"The Lord of the Profound Palace of the Wuwei Sect was nailed to a barren mountain, over half of the Thirteen Zodiacs perished, and the Human Xiao was refined into a Spirit Zombie by Dragon Tiger Mountain..."

"It is said that this battle stained the waters of the Li River red."

"Back then, the Dragon Tiger Zhang Family was at its peak, as if they reached the zenith of their lineage, experts emerged endlessly, and their methods were extraordinarily ruthless, almost leaving no one alive from the Wuwei Sect."

Li Miaoyin’s voice was calm like water, as if she were an observer, carrying the vicissitudes of world affairs but also exuding the bloody past and slaughter.

The enmity between the Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhang Family and the Wuwei Sect is irreconcilable, and even if the waters of the Five Lakes and Four Seas were used, it would be hard to wash away.

The seventh Mountain-breaking and Temple-attacking ended within the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and since then, the Wuwei Sect vanished from the Jianghu, hiding for a hundred years unseen.

"With all of them being wiped out, are there still any demonic ghosts or spirit monsters in the Hundred Thousand Mountains?" Zhang Fan asked solemnly.

"That was a long time ago. The Heavenly Dao’s indifference means that after so many trials, the past traces can no longer be found," Li Miaoyin sighed gently.

"Moreover, the mountains and rivers are full of spirit and beauty, and with the essence of the sun and moon over the years, something is bound to be nurtured."

"The Hundred Thousand Mountains is really a good place for nurturing demonic ghosts."

"You really know quite a lot."

Zhang Fan looked at Li Miaoyin, unable to resist saying.

This woman was becoming more and more unfathomable, with her grasp of the Daoist Sect and Wuwei Sect’s many anecdotes and secrets being extremely detailed.

"Talk to me a lot, and you’ll know a lot too," Li Miaoyin chuckled softly.

"With the way you look, would you really lack people to talk to?" Zhang Fan said casually.

"I grew up... grew up cultivating quietly in a temple, where there was hardly anyone to talk to." Li Miaoyin murmured lightly.

"Which Daoist Temple did you cultivate in? Didn’t you have any fellow disciples?" Zhang Fan probed further.

"Don’t try to trick me," Li Miaoyin’s mouth slightly curved into a sly smile.

"Let’s go, the Elephant God Temple is just ahead."

The two boarded a bamboo raft and reached the opposite shore, where a temple could faintly be seen on a small hill, with incense smoke curling ceaselessly.

This place, known as Little Elephant Mountain, is said to be transformed from a giant elephant. At that time, this temple was built to worship the Elephant God, praying for favorable weather and regional peace.

As Little Elephant Mountain became famous nationally for its scenery, tourism propelled the prosperity of this temple’s incense offerings.

"Riding a bamboo raft costs one hundred and eighty per person?" Zhang Fan muttered as he followed Li Miaoyin ashore.

They had only taken a twenty-minute ride.

For the two of them, that’s three hundred sixty.

Even though Zhang Fan currently possesses four million in cash, this price is still unbearable to him. Even with his Primordial Spirit cultivated under the Divine Demon Holy Embryo, he feels the strain.

Of course, the money for the raft was provided by Li Miaoyin.

"Where is the friend you’re looking for?" Li Miaoyin turned back to ask.