The Emperor's Domineering Favor, the Evil Consort's Unparalleled Reign

When Muran woke up, everything in front of him was white, and countless divine senses were passing by. A mysterious power was absorbing these divine senses in the Dead Spirit Mountain, and they gradually disappeared. Muran was also oppressed by the mountain.

With difficulty, he stood up and walked step by step towards the Mountain of the Dead. At the foot of the mountain, piles of skeletons, each taller than a person, lay scattered and prostrate at his feet. They were all people from the Spirit Realm who had come to pick the Dead Spirit Grass, having crossed the Demon Man Ridge, only to die at the Mountain of the Dead. Judging from their spiritual senses, they were all experts at the Spirit Lord level, mostly spirit mages with formidable mental power; otherwise, they wouldn't have dared to come here. They probably heard about the Mountain of the Dead while capturing spirit guides in the Ghost Realm and set off halfway here.

Who could have known that all those who came to this Mountain of the Dead would eventually turn into nothing but dust?!

"Kid, you still have time to run away..."

"Kid, it's not too late..."

"Kid, it's not too late to run away..."

"..."

The voices, like those of wandering ghosts, echoed in his ears. Muran stared coldly ahead, a powerful thought surging in his mind: even if he had to die, he would endure it!

With that thought in mind, he picked up the Immortal-Slaying Sword and entered the Mountain of the Dead. The air was thick with the smell of death, and the entire mountainside was a scene of death. Hundreds of millions of withered bones were scattered across the mountains, like large, white, man-eating flowers, repeatedly proclaiming the pleasure of slaughter.

A deathly stillness filled the scene, with waist-high nectar plants swaying in the cold wind. Mu Ran walked to a stalk of nectar and saw a white skeleton lying prone beside it. The skeleton clutched the nectar in its hand, its finger bones turned a dark reddish-black, and the nectar leaf held by the bones was twice as thick as other nectar plants of the same age!

He gathered spiritual energy in his right hand and approached the Death Spirit Grass. However, in just an instant, all the spiritual energy gathered in his right hand dissipated and was absorbed into the Death Spirit Grass!

His expression changed. Sure enough, the Death Spirit Grass would completely dissipate the earth's spirit! The Ghost Realm was called the Ghost Realm not only because everyone in it possessed formidable spiritual power that terrified the people of the Spirit Realm, but also because the various extreme environments within the Ghost Realm meant certain death for anyone from the Spirit Realm who entered!

If he moves forward, he is very likely to lose all his spiritual cultivation over the years; if he doesn't move forward, he will definitely be controlled by Mu Zhen for the rest of his life, and Mu Zhen will hurt the person he cares about most.

Then move forward... Even if you die, it will only be good for you, not bad!

Thinking this, Mu Ran reached out and gripped the Necromancer's Grass without hesitation! "Ugh!" The moment Mu Ran gripped the Necromancer's Grass, a heart-wrenching pain shot through his fingers. The pain assaulted his heart, even more intense than the pain from the snake threads crawling through his body!

"Hiss!" The small snake in his heart was being violently impacted and kept pounding inside Mu Ran's heart. Under the double pain, Mu Ran felt as if his whole body was about to burst open from the inside out! Large beads of sweat flowed from his face into his neck. His spiritual power was being absorbed all over his body. His face was sunken and his complexion gradually turned pale. The strength of his right hand in pulling out the dead spirit grass kept weakening, but the dead spirit grass only moved slightly. Its roots were deeply embedded in the ground and were not threatened at all.

"Ugh!" Mu Ran gritted his teeth and pulled out the herb. Wasn't it supposed to absorb spiritual energy?! Let it come! A powerful force surged from his dantian! Mu Ran's eyes turned blood red, and his Heavenly Spirit rose up, working together with his Earthly Spirit. After half an hour, Mu Ran's face turned ashen, and he knelt on one knee. His entire right hand was blackish-purple, and his face was pale and bloodless, but his eyes were smiling.

For the first time in days since parting with Ying Li, he smiled—a weary smile, a satisfied smile, a sigh of helplessness. His lips curled upwards, and he leaned back, lying amidst bones and nectar-infused herbs. He clenched his right hand tightly, his palm gripping the nectar-infused herb. He closed his eyes, his face covered in sweat and utter exhaustion.

After a short while, he slowly opened his eyes, revealing white teeth and a big smile. His small, playful canine tooth was showing. In a daze, the Jiang Huai of the past returned. However, his full head of white hair and the black snake line on his right palm told him again and again that Jiang Huai could never come back. He could only be Mu Ran, the son of Mu Zhen, the lord of the Mu Dynasty, and Lan Xiangning, the eldest princess of Dong'an Kingdom, and the third prince of the Mu Dynasty—Mu Ran.

A bitter smile replaced the joyful one. Muran slowly rose, took out the Qilin Pill from her Xuan Brocade robe, and the Death Spirit Grass and the Qilin Pill fused together in the flames. For some unknown reason, at the moment they merged, Muran vaguely heard the Death Spirit Grass of the entire mountain wailing.

The refined brown pill was perfectly round, brimming with immense power, yet also exuding an aura of death. Mu Ran suddenly felt a pang of sorrow. Only after consuming this pill did his life truly begin its countdown, and his days of living begin to flow backward.

He tilted his head back, swallowed the pill, and smiled, just like Jiang Huai had before, a relaxed and hearty smile. A powerful force gathered in Mu Ran's dantian, replenishing the spiritual energy he had just lost, and then continuously increasing the spiritual energy within Mu Ran's body. The vortex gathered, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged continuously. His whole body was cleansed by clear spiritual energy, and a rebirth power was constantly expanding. Mu Ran felt an unprecedented power filling his palms and his very breath.

Five hours later, Mu Ran sensed the slow flow of spiritual energy within his body and smiled unconsciously. It worked! This time, it really worked!

When Ying Li arrived at the Dead Spirit Mountain and saw the white bones and the blackness covering the entire mountain, she suddenly felt a wave of sorrow wash over her, and her chest felt tight. She felt that something bad was waiting for her on the mountain. Ying Li covered her chest and her face turned pale.

"I never thought you'd be afraid?! Don't be afraid. When the time comes, you can use your spiritual power to pull up those undead grasses. You'll pick them every time. As long as you're determined, all these undead grasses covering the mountains and fields are yours. However, you'll suffer greatly when you refine them into pills, after all, the blood of the Ghost Realm people flows in your veins." Fu Cheng said jokingly, but seeing Ying Li's increasingly pale face, he swallowed the rest of his words and looked towards Ying Li's gaze. A young man stood opposite him.

A cold wind ruffled the boy's hair, and the reddish glow of the rising sun shone on his glossy black hair. Clad in white, with black hair and a long sword, a chilling aura emanated from the boy's figure. Fu Cheng stared in astonishment at the boy opposite him. An extremely powerful force emanated from him, and a ball of fire ignited behind him. The fire grew larger and larger, and in an instant, the boy was engulfed in flames. His shadow vanished, leaving only the flames.

"Jiang Huai! Jiang Huai!" Ying Li screamed hysterically as she rushed forward into the flames, but there was nothing there, not even a shadow of a person. Her right hand was grabbed by Fu Cheng, and she was pulled into his arms, carried away from the sea of ​​fire. The entire sky turned a dazzling red.

The Necrophyte was scorched by the daytime flames, the crackling sound amplified, and its remaining divine consciousness was burned. Ying Li saw a white shadow seem to leap out of the sea of ​​fire, moving with incredible speed, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye. At the foot of Necrophyte Mountain, Ying Li looked at the flames covering the mountain, a bitter smile on his lips, "It's Jiang Huai, it's him."

The fire burned for a day and a night. Ying Li stood at the foot of the Dead Spirit Mountain, looking at the scorched mountain. All the Dead Spirit Grass had turned to ashes. The black mountain and the scorching temperature made Ying Li feel warm, but his heart was cold.

"Why did he burn all the spirit grass?! Such a terrifying person, someone who could burn spirit grass!" Fu Cheng looked at Ying Li's lowered eyes, as if he understood something.

Jiang Huai is soft-hearted; he really is. Back then, when Bixia Palace wiped out the ferocious bird Mo Zhuo, it was for Ying Li's sake. So this time, at the foot of Dead Spirit Mountain, when the dead spirit herbs were wiped out, was it also for Ying Li's sake?

In order to avoid separation...