164: Turn back the way you came and don't step into the other side

Things truly turned out as Master Wu Yan had feared.

Meng Yuan had already brought several beings of the Other Shore and was guarding the exit of the Other Shore Passage.

The black and white Power of the Other Shore emanating from their bodies perfectly matched the swirling black and white mists around them.

Especially Meng Yuan, his old face was wreathed in a smile like a blooming chrysanthemum, eagerly anticipating capturing the four Dao Exhaustion Realm living fossils from the Hongmeng Sea.

The several beings of the Other Shore he brought were also in the Dao Exhaustion Realm, and all of them Cultivated the Dao Law of the Other Shore.

Invincible in the same Realm, the Dao Law of the Other Shore was that overbearing.

It shouldn't be too difficult for them to capture Master Wu Yan and the three Old Ancestors of the Nine Heavens Divine Domain.

"Academy Head, when Master Wu Yan is caught later, can you hand him over to me?"

Ning Wangxing's expression was unnatural as he saw Meng Yuan's excited demeanor.

This was because a very long time ago, Master Wu Yan and Cave Master Shan Qiong were both his sworn brothers.

It was all due to the War of Nine Burials to the Other Shore; he followed the surviving beings to the Land of the Other Shore and never returned to the Hongmeng Sea afterwards.

The three of them had thus been separated for a very long time, and he didn't want to capture his sworn brother and imprison him in the Heavenly Prison the moment they met.

Therefore, he wanted to plead with Meng Yuan, asking if he could hand Master Wu Yan over to him to deal with later.

"Elder Ning, this Old Man advises you to distance yourself from that Master Wu Yan."

"Otherwise, don't blame this Old Man for acting against you."

Meng Yuan glared fiercely at Ning Wangxing, warning him that if he still thought of helping that Master Wu Yan.

He wouldn't mind treating Ning Wangxing as a guinea pig to experiment with the Power of the Other Shore.

Because Ning Wangxing was also from the Hongmeng Sea, if he hadn't been tainted with a trace of the Power of the Other Shore and become half a being of the Other Shore.

Meng Yuan would have long since extracted Ning Wangxing's tendons and bones, stripping away the Origin of his Dao to study.

"I... I understand. I won't have any thoughts of helping Master Wu Yan anymore."

Ning Wangxing's body trembled like a sieve, his head bowed, not daring to cross Meng Yuan's bottom line again.

After all, he had also stayed at Zhongming Academy for a long time and knew that Meng Yuan always kept his word.

If he dared to plead for someone else again, he would definitely be treated as a guinea pig to test the various side effects of the Power of the Other Shore.

It wasn't that he feared death, but that his achievement of the Dao Exhaustion Realm was entirely due to his comprehension of a trace of the Power of the Other Shore.

A trace of the Power of the Other Shore was simply unrealistic against a true being of the Other Shore like Meng Yuan.

So, it would be as easy as flipping a hand for Meng Yuan to suppress him, and he no longer dared to think about helping that sworn brother.

The other several beings of the Other Shore also eyed him covetously, wishing they could also capture Ning Wangxing.

He shrank his neck, lowering his head even further, not daring to utter another word.

At the same time... Master Wu Yan, Chu Moqian, Yi Bochang, and Mo Yuan had already approached the end of the Other Shore Passage.

The four of them looked at the swirling black and white vortex at the end; stepping through it would lead them to the Land of the Other Shore, which they had longed for for a long time.

But at this moment, the four of them dared not act rashly, nor did they dare to step into the vortex casually.

Mo Yuan, proficient in the Formations of billions of worlds, merely sensed the situation outside the black and white vortex.

He immediately locked onto six powerful auras outside the vortex, not inferior to theirs, very likely strong individuals from the Land of the Other Shore.

"Fellow Daoists, the situation outside this black and white vortex is not optimistic. I think it's better not to step through it for now."

Mo Yuan turned his head to look at the three people beside him, his eyes filled with apprehension.

Chu Moqian and Yi Bochang exchanged glances, subconsciously looking at Master Wu Yan, wondering what he thought.

The Land of the Other Shore, which they had searched for for ages, was right before them; stepping through it would lead to a new world, but they could also be captured.

If they didn't step through, then they would be letting down their long search for the Land of the Other Shore, and would have wasted countless epochs of time for nothing.

Master Wu Yan also had a pounding headache at this moment; after weighing the pros and cons in his heart, he made a decision that went against his ancestors:

"Brother Chu, let's not rashly enter the Land of the Other Shore for now."

"How about you all follow me to Mount Sumeru to find Cave Master Shan Qiong, and then we cross this vortex together to the Land of the Other Shore?"

He had no better solution and could only place his hopes on Cave Master Shan Qiong.

This was because Cave Master Shan Qiong had a deep understanding of the Land of the Other Shore and should know some of the situations within.

With Cave Master Shan Qiong's guidance, Master Wu Yan and the other three going to the Land of the Other Shore wouldn't be considered trespassers.

"I agree with your suggestion, but I wonder what Yi Bochang and Mo Yuan think."

After Chu Moqian finished speaking, he looked at Yi Bochang and Mo Yuan, throwing the decision to them.

Yi Bochang and Mo Yuan were silent for a moment, then nodded, "Brother Chu, Daoist Brother Wu Yan, we will follow your words."

"Let's leave for now and wait until we find Cave Master Shan Qiong."

"Then we will enter this mysterious passage and cross the black and white vortex before us to the Land of the Other Shore."

Hearing this, Master Wu Yan waved his hand grandly and said cheerfully, "Since you all have no objections, let's leave now!"

With that, he turned and transformed into a streak of light, departing.

Chu Moqian and the other three followed closely behind.

Soon, the four of them left the Other Shore Passage and went to Mount Sumeru to search for Cave Master Shan Qiong.

And outside the Other Shore Passage, Meng Yuan had not yet left, still waiting for Master Wu Yan and the others to walk into his trap.

At the same time... In the borderlands of the Other Shore, a majestic mountain peak pierced through the sea of clouds, standing proudly between heaven and earth.

At the peak, the Underworld King stood alone, a cyan long dress seemingly draped with the clarity of the entire sky.

The hem of her skirt swayed gracefully with the mountain wind, like flowing water, yet like clouds and mist, adding a touch of ethereal Immortal Qi that set her apart from the world.

Her cascading black hair was not tied up, but allowed to fly freely in the wind.

A few playful strands brushed across her indescribably beautiful face.

This was not merely the exquisite refinement of her features, but also a soul-stirring, captivating aura.

Her eyes were as deep as night, yet occasionally twinkled with starlight.

Seemingly calm, they seemed capable of silently drawing one's soul into them.

Her nose bridge was slender and elegant, outlining a perfect profile; her lips, naturally crimson, formed a subtle, elusive curve when slightly pursed.

This conveyed both aloofness and boundless allure.

Her figure was tall and graceful; even the loose long dress could not completely conceal the astonishing curves beneath.

As the mountain wind passed, and her clothes clung to her for a fleeting moment.

One could catch a glimpse of her proud peaks and her impossibly narrow waist, forming a striking contrast, a harmony of strength and softness.

When she slightly turned, and her skirt fluttered open, a pair of long, straight, beautiful legs appeared and disappeared, far more tantalizing than direct exposure.

She stood quietly between heaven and earth, every subtle movement a scene in itself.

When she gently raised her hand to gather her wind-blown hair, it was an unintentional tenderness.

The breeze once again playfully lifted a corner of her skirt, and the fleeting glimpse of her leg line, like a feather lightly tickling the heart, brought a surge of emotion.

All this beauty and allure was not deliberate.

Instead, it originated from her very existence, flowing naturally, silently revealing her splendor.