He Lan Tianxia

Murong Junlan felt his eyelids starting to fight. To keep himself from falling asleep, he kept pinching and pushing his thighs with his hands, and tried to concentrate by keeping his eyes closed. In this daze, he didn't know how deep he had fallen. He couldn't figure out where that seemingly short flower wall came from.

He struggled on for a while longer, the mournful cries rising and falling, until finally, in the instant a warm, fragrant scent of flowers wafted over him, Murong Junlan could no longer hold on, his head lolled to the side and he fell asleep.

Suddenly, a roar like a tiger's howl and a dragon's cry echoed from somewhere, causing the flower-heart wall to sway violently from side to side, followed by a terrifying surge of raging waves. Although Murong Junlan was asleep, he still stood there, his hands tightly gripping his broadsword. Perhaps this unyielding posture angered the Ice Lotus, for the supple flower-heart wall on both sides transformed into sharp sword tips, protruding from all sides and coldly piercing towards Murong Junlan.

Murong Junlan felt a sharp pain and was jolted awake. Looking at the bizarre scene, Murong Junlan was momentarily surprised, but he quickly calmed himself. The sword tips on all four sides were immobilized, making even setting up a restriction difficult. Fortunately, his lightness skill was excellent, preventing him from falling further. Hmm? Something's not right. Although the sword tips had him trapped, they didn't seem to be hitting any vital points. They were just precisely targeting several acupoints along his Ren and Du meridians, preventing him from using his power. Murong Junlan couldn't fathom the true motives of this ice lotus. Since it was only making him slide down and didn't intend to kill him, why not just follow its will and fall down, and see what it could do to him?

Thinking this way, Murong Junlan lost even the initial intention to resist. He simply closed his eyes and let the flower fall freely. Closing his eyes relaxed his mind, and surprisingly, his fear lessened. He secretly practiced the lazy man's manual to avoid the demonic flower stopping and bumping into him. However, by now, Murong Junlan guessed that this ice lotus was not the white-haired woman's design. The white-haired woman wouldn't be so subtle; she had plenty of straightforward confrontations.

Thinking about it this way, the white-haired woman should have fallen into the heart of the flower, as should that broken gorilla. At this moment, Murong Junlan was even more certain that his beloved concubine Yan'er must have fallen into the heart of the flower. As for which flower she was in, with so many ice and snow lotuses, it was really not easy to find.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. During these two days, Murong Junlan kept falling. My God, he even fell through the ground. What kind of demon realm is this?

It was probably early morning of the third day when a sudden loud explosion occurred inside. The swords surrounding Murong Junlan exploded, and Murong Junlan was thrown out by the blast. When he opened his eyes, several large, misty characters came into view.

The Mysterious Demon Cave? What the hell?

Heh, so after all this time, it turns out you're just bringing me here for a thrilling but safe time travel experience. Murong Junlan was about to scoff in his heart when a fireball came hurtling towards him and exploded with a bang before he could dodge it.

Just as he opened his mouth to cry out in alarm, a shrill scream came from somewhere and swallowed his voice back down.

Was this a help in shouting? That's quite a service. If so, could he deduce that the shouts were all hallucinations, and that the group, including the gorilla, are all safe? Just as a thought of relief popped into Murong Junlan's mind, the fireball opened its blood-red maw and swallowed him whole…