Reverse flow of the Yellow Springs

A middle-aged man wearing a black cloak wielded a red wooden staff, unleashing a powerful storm.

Originally, this kind of attack had no effect on Li Yelai.

If it were a wind blade, it would be dangerous; but if it were just a storm, Li Ye could force his way through.

However, in the environment of the snowy mountains, the spiritual energy in the storm was rapidly frozen by the terrifying low temperature, turning into dangerous ice spikes or ice blades, which, along with the storm and dangerous snowflakes, hurled wildly at Li Yelai.

Li Yelai's Abyss Dragon Scales were bombarded continuously, with some ice spikes even piercing through the scales and the psionic barrier and penetrating into his body. The terrifyingly low temperature released through his flesh caused Li Yelai to suffer severe hypothermia, and his already fractured left arm gradually lost sensation, with the skin even beginning to turn black.

In the unique environment of the snow-capped mountains, the power of storms increases several times over!
Furthermore, these withered beings were impossible to kill, and even with his arm injured, Li Yelai was at a disadvantage. His arm injury prevented him from properly wielding the Crimson Thunder Dragon Claw, Crimson Mace, or Golden Bone Sword. This forced him into a dangerous situation during the encirclement.

As Li Yelai retreated, he swung his dragon spear, which shot out like a dragon, ruthlessly piercing the neck of a withered man.

Immediately, he lifted him up with one hand and slammed him heavily onto the head of the second withered one. He smashed it to pieces!
The two withered beings were instantly killed, their corpses rolling down the hillside, only to rise simultaneously a few seconds later. They had resurrected on the spot!
The withered one, whose head had been shattered by Li Yelai once again, spoke as branches grew from the wound to repair his body: "Why refuse? The divine tree can give you an immortal body like ours."

“Indeed, you’ve seen it too. Our physical bodies are immortal, and we can immerse ourselves in wonderful dreams.” The withered one with a pierced neck on the other side said, “What you saw is all real. We are usually carefree like that.”

"With your strength, if you join us, your position will definitely be high!" The middle-aged man even promised, "You might be able to take my place."

Li Yelai learned about the divine tree's abilities from their manipulation; the so-called divine tree seemed to have the ability to modify the human body and create illusions.

They are immortal in their physical bodies, but they will turn into ghostly beings like them, half-human and half-tree.

At the same time, the divine tree can deceive perception, creating wondrous illusions that dominate them. Within these illusions, they are carefree, just like the idyllic paradise Li Yelai witnessed, indulging in unrestrained pleasure. Perhaps, a significant portion of these villagers are actually normal humans or angels controlled by these illusions.

But all of this must have come at a price; otherwise, the pregnant woman wouldn't have tried to escape the village and commit suicide.

Flesh and blood transformation, feeding, sacrifice. Several words flashed through Li Yelai's mind.

"Ridiculous, I'm not so destitute that I have to survive by dreaming!" Li Yelai responded coldly, then looked at the middle-aged man draped in a black cloak: "Where did you get that coat?"

During the recent fight, Li Yelai noticed that the black cloak had some effects that he was familiar with.

Although the appearance has changed somewhat, it is definitely the black trench coat of the Night Watchman!
Amidst the raging snowstorm, a middle-aged man's voice, chuckling softly, drifted over: "It didn't fit quite right, so I made some alterations. What? Are you one of your compatriots?"

Li Yelai's gaze grew increasingly cold, indicating that even some night watchmen had been harmed by them.

Under these circumstances, Li Yelai no longer cared. Even if it would trigger a massive avalanche, he had to fight for it!
We have to get rid of these bastards, no matter what!

The middle-aged man and his companions also keenly sensed a sense of danger.

However, just as Li Yelai was about to use the Blood River God's Chosen Mask, a piece of jade-like hand bone in the box he was carrying emitted a strong and scorching wave, completely extinguishing the terrifying chill within Li Yelai's body.

That's the hand bone of the Vast Supreme Being!

In the dim light, Li Yelai saw a figure walk out in front of him. He was a majestic and upright hero, walking between heaven and earth. Every move he made exuded boundless power.

Li Yelai couldn't see his face clearly, but he could see that there seemed to be stars undulating in his eyes.

He looked up at the snow-capped mountain peak, his expression seemingly wary and hostile. He raised his left hand, and a ring of black flame appeared about a meter around Li Yelai, shielding him from the terrifying ice spikes and blizzard, keeping out the freezing cold.

That's the Black Prison of Flames!

Li Yelai was shocked; his hand bones seemed to have been disturbed by some kind of power from the mountaintop.

Even in death, it harbored hostility towards its former enemies, and after being influenced by the power of the Great Snow Mountain, it unleashed an even higher level of power.

Of course, it was also drawing on Li Yelai's spiritual energy.

This undoubtedly created an opportunity for Li Yelai. The oil lamp had reached its limit, and Li Yelai could no longer retreat up the mountain.

Now, protected by the Supreme Hand Bone, Li Yelai was able to climb even higher snow-capped mountains. His maximum altitude was increased!
Upon seeing this, Li Yelai was overjoyed and immediately abandoned his idea of ​​dying together with the enemy, leaping to a higher point on the snow-capped mountain slope.

This caused the dozen or so withered beings who had been chasing him to change their expressions. Although their bodies were special and seemed to be immortal, they still had their limits. If they moved any higher, they would freeze to death. Like Li Yelai before them, they had already reached their limit.

At this moment, Li Yelai suddenly increased his altitude, and they could only watch helplessly as he rushed up the snow-capped mountain, not daring to continue the pursuit.

"What do we do?" One of the withered beings tried to launch an attack, but its psionic energy was instantly frozen. It could only ask, "Should we just let it go?"

The middle-aged man spoke up: "It's alright. A mere Fourth Sense cultivator, even with trump cards, can't reach any greater heights, just like that person six years ago. Even if he escaped to the snow mountain while severely injured, what good would it do? He still never came down."

"We suffered heavy losses that time too. None of those who chased after them came back."

"In short, he won't die if he comes with us, but he'll definitely die if he goes up the snow mountain. What a foolish thing to do!"

"What a pity! A human with such abundant vital energy. If the transformation had been successful, the efficiency would have been much higher than that of an ordinary villager, and the effect would have lasted much longer!"

“I just feel sorry for his equipment. He seemed to have several psionic weapons, especially that spear! It was the best of the best.” One of the withered ones sighed, “And such good things will be buried in the snow mountain, and no one will be able to get them anymore. What a selfish guy. He was going to die anyway, so he might as well leave his things behind.”

"His strength is really amazing. He's managed to hold on until now even with a missing hand. If he were at his peak, we might not be a match for him."

"He might even be a famous genius from the outside world, but here, we'll still chase him down and beat him up." One of the withered ones chuckled, his severed arm rapidly regenerating.

Indeed, even the most powerful geniuses can only flee in disarray when faced with their immortality.

They can make countless mistakes, but if the opponent makes just one mistake, they lose the whole game.

This allowed them to defeat powerful enemies on numerous occasions, including angel squads and human psionic teams.
The middle-aged man raised his hand to calm the storm and said, "Alright, leave two people here to keep watch, the rest of you go back to the village, and make sure there are no more backup villagers who escape."

"Yes."

On the other side, Li Yelai, surrounded and protected by black flames, rushed a long way before stopping on a gentle slope halfway up the snow mountain.

He slowly let out a long sigh of relief.

Wrong!

Even when Li Yelai was being chased by the Angel Legion inside the penalty area, he had never felt so frustrated!

Now, with his left arm crippled and his face mask unusable, he has too many trump cards left unused, resulting in him being chased and beaten by a group of undead.
"When we get back, I'll bring men to wipe you out! You're all beasts!" Li Yelai cursed under his breath, then looked around.

This height is already terrifying, about 700 meters above the ground, directly exceeding the limit of the blazing oil lamp.

If it weren't for the Black Prison Flame Prison insulating the low temperature, Li Yelai would have frozen to death instantly, thus being forced to make a forced transaction with Mr. Ying.

But now, Li Yelai has managed to barely evade the enemy's pursuit.

Li Ye checked his backpack and found that a large amount of supplies had been lost in the battle. Food and medicine were mostly gone, and only two of the dozen or so bottles of rock marrow fuel remained. Even the Jing family's spiritual herbs were left behind.

Fortunately, forbidden items and psionic weapons were not left behind.

"Damn it," Li Yelai sighed, never expecting to run into something like this.

He then glanced at the compass and found that the needle was still pointing forward. "At this altitude?" Li Yelai raised an eyebrow. If he hadn't been attacked unexpectedly, he wouldn't have been able to activate the Supreme Hand Bone's ability.

Even then, they couldn't have reached this level; now, it can be considered a blessing in disguise.

Then, Li Yelai continued to walk deeper into the snow-capped mountains following the pointer.

If he could, he would take that life form with him now.

As for what might be on the summit of the snow-capped mountain, Li Yelai was curious but had no intention of investigating.

The spiritual energy extracted from the Supreme Hand Bone is not small, and Li Yelai can currently manage to maintain it. If he goes any higher, the temperature will drop even lower, and he probably won't be able to withstand it.

Moreover, although it is said to be the power of a vast and supreme being, it is only a fragment of a hand bone, and it may not even reach the summit.
So Li Yelai continued forward on the gentle slope, and after walking for a while, he noticed that the compass needle was changing drastically.

I understand that we are getting closer to our goal.

They then sped up and saw a cliff, and the pointer pointed to a spot in the cliff.

Not in a higher position, great!
Li Yelai was overjoyed and continued walking towards the cliff following the pointer, the altitude decreasing accordingly.

However, a lingering echo was suddenly heard from within the cliff.

This time, Li Yelai truly heard what the lingering sound meant.

Although the voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if his throat had been torn apart, he managed to utter a sound.

'sorry'

"Sorry? Is this echo related to life matter?" Li Yelai pondered to himself as he continued forward.

But what I saw were bloodstains left on the steep mountain path. The blood froze instantly, but because there was no snow to cover it, it remained forever in the corner of the cliff.

Li Yelai looked at the bloodstains and began to ponder.

Have humans ever been here? At this altitude?

Li Yelai assessed the situation; although the cliff was lower than the hillside, it was still over 600 meters high. Even with a blazing oil lamp, one couldn't reach this height, could they?

Li Yelai looked at the pointer again and found that the direction was similar to the direction in which the bloodstains were spreading.

"Did some human bring life-giving matter here?" Li Yelai wondered, and continued forward, venturing deeper into the cliff.

Afterwards, Li Yelai saw more bloodstains and a corpse.

Not human, but withered beings!
He fell onto the steep rocks of the cliff, his body severed by some sharp weapon, but his injuries were not healed; instead, he died completely.

It seems that even the self-proclaimed immortal withered beings can die at this altitude.

But why would the Withered One risk chasing us all the way here? Is it to hunt down some human?

After pondering for a moment, Li Yelai continued forward. But he saw even more corpses. The corpses of the withered ones.

Including the first one, there were four withered beings who chased him here. But they were all killed.

At the same time, Li Yelai also saw a broken knife. The blade was split in the middle, with the upper part still attached to the head of a withered person, while the hilt had not yet reached it.

Judging from the upper part of the blade, it appears to be a straight-bladed sword such as a ring-pommel sword or a Tang-style horizontal sword.

"Very strong," Li Yelai remarked after examining the corpses of the withered ones. They had all died by his blade.

That powerful human single-handedly killed these withered beings, which shows how formidable he was!
Immediately, Li Yelai saw the bloodstains extending deeper into the cave.

At the same time, the pointer also pointed into the cave.

After hesitating for a moment, Li Yelai entered the cave, lit an oil lamp, and illuminated the dark cave.

After entering the cave a dozen steps, he saw a withered man lying face up on the ground. He was also wearing some kind of black cloak, but a broken ring-pommel sword had pierced through his chest.

Judging from the bloodstains on his body, the powerful human had pounced on him and ended his life.

Li Yelai continued deeper into the cave and heard the echo again.

This time, the echo was exceptionally clear.

'sorry'

'I can't go back'

'Xiao Lian.'

At the same time, Li Yelai also saw a figure leaning against the cave wall.

He wore a black windbreaker stained with blood, his back to Li Yelai, leaning against the wall, his right hand hanging limply at his sides, while his left hand seemed to be protecting something, huddled in the corner. His right leg had been severed, and the blood was frozen like a ruby.

He has turned into an ice sculpture.

For some reason, Li Yelai suddenly felt a sense of fear that prevented him from moving forward.

Li Yelai looked at the compass again, and it was indeed pointing to that figure.

But for some reason, his arm trembled slightly.

He was so brave, slaying countless enemies of humanity.

At that moment, however, he suddenly felt afraid.

He remained silent, approaching the figure step by step.

He came to face the figure from behind, and the light from the blazing oil lamp illuminated the figure's face.

Li Yelai seemed to have all his strength drained away in an instant, and he saw a face covered in tears.

The man was quite handsome, but in the final moments of his life, his face was frozen in pain and despair.

He clutched a wondrous fruit tightly in his left hand, as white as jade, brimming with powerful life force. Even as death approached, he refused to let go.

But Li Yelai ignored the spiritual fruit and stared blankly at the man's face.

His lips trembled. He recognized the man in front of him, the man he once respected and later hated.

"Li Qiong." (End of Chapter)