Eternal life begins with saving my clan

Chapter 145 : The Mountain of Resentment

Su Yen observed the tumultuous battlefield with a knitted brow, where various groups of outlanders were entangled in a desperate struggle against hundreds of ferocious beasts known as the Glacial Bone Bison.

The Glacial Bone Bison were formidable creatures, embodying savagery in its purest form.

Despite their outward appearance resembling normal animals and lacking a visible beast core, their fleshy bodies possessed an incredible resilience, effortlessly negating all attacks from the outlanders.

Two menacing horns protruded from their heads, serving as deadly weapons with a mastery that aimed for the swift demise of their targets.

As Su Yen surveyed the ongoing battle, he turned his head to glance at the ominous forest behind him.

Comparing the skirmish to the looming threat within the forest, it felt akin to likening child's play to a nuclear war.

Shaking his head, he nonchalantly walked forward, displaying an indifference to both the ferocious beasts and the outlanders.

The outlanders might have been drawn by the promise of treasures hinted at by the Ferocious Glacial Bone Bison, but Su Yen remained uninterested.

In the midst of the battle, the ethereal figure of Su Yen caught the attention of both the ferocious beasts and the outlanders.

A slight frown appeared on their faces as they collectively wondered about the audacious intruder.

"Who is this?"

"Is he not afraid for his life?!"

"Idiot! What a conceited fellow."

Various thoughts echoed among the outlanders, while the Ferocious Glacial Bone Bison, furious at the intrusion of a mere human, prepared to launch an attack.

A low growl resonated through the air as some of the Ferocious Glacial Bone Bison separated from the horde, ready to confront Su Yen.

However, a single gaze from him sent the ferocious beasts into a sudden state of fear. They trembled uncontrollably, falling to their feet in submission.

Instantly, the once-roaring battlefield fell into an eerie silence, resembling a graveyard.

The air was still.

No one move with their heart pounding against their chest as if wanting to jump out.

Undeterred by the chaos surrounding him, Su Yen continued to walk casually through the frozen tableau.

No one dared to move, and a collective breath was held, with the combatants' spines drenched in cold sweats.

The ethereal presence of Su Yen had brought an unexpected, spine-chilling stillness to the once-raging battlefield.

As Su Yen traversed the aftermath of the battlefield, he came upon a stack of yellow grass emitting a pure spiritual essence.

He realized this was the cause for the intense battle that had unfolded.

A casual glance at the spiritual grass confirmed its significance before he continued on his journey.

Departing from the battleground, the terrain underwent a gradual transformation, evolving into desolation.

The air thickened, and the heat intensified, as if the very atmosphere bore witness to the recent strife.

An array of presences, both living and deceased, whispered through the desolate landscape, creating an unsettling ambiance.

In the distance, Su Yen's gaze fell upon a mountain, its form cleaved with a sharpness so deadly that merely contemplating it threatened to disrupt his Qi circulation.

The sight induced a fuzzy discomfort in his head, a powerful resentment rushing into his mind. Swiftly averting his gaze, he took in a cold breath.

"What a powerful resentment?!" he exclaimed, shaking his head in an attempt to dispel the lingering effects.

Turning his attention away from the sliced mountain, he focused on the compelling sight that had captured his attention.

At the pinnacle of the mountain stood a majestic building, an imposing structure that spoke of a bygone era when it housed a figure of immense power.

Without dwelling on the implications, Su Yen proceeded toward the mountain.

As he drew nearer, the aura of resentment emanating from the mountain intensified, attempting to invade his heart with each step.

The closer he came, the more palpable the intensity, as if the mountain itself held within it the echoes of a tumultuous past.

Undeterred by the relentless resentment aura, Su Yen stood unaffected, a testament to the might of his sword soul.

As he reached the foot of the imposing mountain, a group of people came into view.

Beads of sweat adorned their brows as they struggled to maintain their sanity under the oppressive pressure emanating from the mountain.

Each person at the mountain's base was a formidable figure from Baiyun City, but Su Yen spared them only a cursory glance.

Unperturbed, he forged ahead on the path leading to the mountain's summit.

"Who is he?" someone in the group queried.

"I don't know, but I'm sure he's from the outside," another voice responded.

"Really! Are you saying he's from the barren land?"

The onlookers widened their eyes, casting uncertain glances at Su Yen, their minds racing with various thoughts.

Although they desired to intervene and halt his progress, the potent resentment aura demanded their constant vigilance to guard their hearts.

"Don't worry, I'm sure he would only take a couple of steps before he stops," an older voice reassured them.

Silence enveloped the group as they turned their collective gaze toward Su Yen, expecting him to falter.

However, reality unfolded differently.

Unaware of the speculations below, Su Yen continued his ascent. With each step, the oppressive energy made his mind fuzzier, and the mountain seemed to blur from his view.

Undeterred, he pressed forward.

Upon reaching the middle phase of the steps, the aura intensified, and haunting sounds filled his ears.

The wails of innocent lives echoed.

Their desperate pleas for mercy intermingling with the menacing laughter of an invader.

Su Yen, resolute, advanced further, determined to unveil the secrets that lay atop the mountain.

Suddenly, Su Yen's instincts screamed of imminent danger, propelling his body into reflexive motion, causing him to sidestep with precision.

Bang!

A deep cut manifested in the space he had just vacated.

Su Yen furrowed his brow, eyes scanning as a dark silhouette materialized from thin air—a manifestation of deep-seated resentment towards invaders.

The dark specter lunged at him, wielding its sword with ominous speed, but Su Yen's reflexes were swifter.

A sword materialized in his hand, and with a single step, he appeared in front of the dark resentment, swiftly slicing his sword through the apparition.

Screech!

The resentment screamed in anguish before dissipating into a wisp of smoke.

Su Yen clicked his tongue in mild annoyance and pressed forward, a smile playing on his face.

Bang! Bang!

Numerous resentments emerged, attempting to impede his progress, yet Su Yen effortlessly cleaved through them with his sword.

Finally, he reached the summit of the mountain, and the oppressive pressure from the resentment aura dissipated. The atmosphere at the peak stood in stark contrast to the turmoil below.

The thick spiritual essence enveloping the mountain was peaceful and soothing. To Su Yen's surprise, he realized that his sword soul had experienced growth.

Quietly amazed at the unexpected improvement, Su Yen pondered the potential within the mansion. If the mountain could enhance his sword soul, what treasures awaited him within the building?

Without hesitation, he approached the mansion in large strides.

As he drew nearer, he observed various markings of ancient battles etched onto the walls. Pushing open the massive door, a loud creaking sound echoed through the otherwise quiet mansion.

Inside the mansion, the scene was one of desolation.

Ruins stretched in every direction, with shattered walls bearing the scars of devastating attacks.

In forgotten corners, skeletal remains lay, the weapons they once wielded now rusted relics from the river of time.

Observing the spider-like cracks on the ground and walls, Su Yen sighed, sensing the residue of a power that had invaded this place long ago.

Roaming through the mansion for minutes, he found little of value. Everything had succumbed to the relentless passage of time, either rusting away or turning to dust.

However, within the last room, a single item stood as an enigma amidst the wreckage—a painting hanging on the wall.

Su Yen approached it with a sense of puzzlement.

How had this painting survived the ancient battles and the relentless flow of time?

Intrigued, he extended his hand to pick it up, only to be left dumbfounded as he realized the painting couldn't be lifted.

"What the hell?!" he exclaimed, wide-eyed.

Despite his efforts to use both hands, his attempts to move the painting proved futile.

Muscles bulged, veins protruded from his forehead, and teeth gnashed, yet the painting remained firmly in place.

"What the fuck is this made of!" he shouted in indignation.

After regaining his composure, he scrutinized the painting once more.

It depicted a massive palace soaring into the sky.

At the foot of the building, a wide river flowed, featuring a small boat.

Beside the boat lay an old, rusty sword.

The lifelike details of the drawing made Su Yen feel as if he had stepped into the painting itself—sensing the sharpness of the rusty sword, feeling the cool breeze from the river, and experiencing the divinity emanating from the ancient palace.

The mysterious painting held an allure that transcended the ravages of time, captivating Su Yen's imagination and leaving him with a sense of wonder.

'System, what kind of painting is this?' Su Yen asked the system.

[Ding!]

[This is a Divine Sacred Painting. Host is too weak to know about this painting.]

Hearing the system's response, an unsightly look appeared on his face. "Are you saying there is nothing for me to gain from this painting?"

[No. Even though this is a Divine Sacred Painting, there is a secret inside that can be comprehended by you.]

[Will you spend 500 Destiny Points to comprehend the secret? Yes | No]

'Yes.'

[Deduction successful]

At once, the scene in front of him changed. The ordinary rusty sword by the boat came to life, moving in a strange manner as if imparting some knowledge to him.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations, Host has comprehended the Chaotic Sword Technique.]

In that moment, the air around Su Yen turned into a whirlpool, and before he could process what was happening, he was sucked in and disappeared.

If anyone were to enter the room, they would find the painting hanging on the wall had long disappeared, leaving only the gentle breeze as a silent witness to the mysterious events that had unfolded in its presence.