"Let's go, let's go up."

Du Yu summoned Little You Ying and silently followed Master Qing away, but before leaving, he glanced deeply at Lin's tombstone.

Such an ending, so desolate...

The Mountain and Sea Bell is merely a teleportation gate, devoid of any Spiritual Qi in this Mountain and Sea Realm.

Except for the first generation who lived here, it was indeed difficult for the second generation of ordinary people and later generations to survive.

Even including the first generation Spirit Masters, life was equally difficult without Spiritual Qi replenishment.

As Du Yu continued through the tunnel, he realized that the inner mountain homeland was far larger than he imagined.

Every path he walked displayed traces of past life.

Until he reached a spacious area where Du Yu found ancient texts long sealed with dust.

"Don't touch." Yang Qingqing suddenly spoke.

Du Yu immediately withdrew his hand, turning to look at his master.

Yang Qingqing: "The books are fragile, let professionals handle it."

"Understood." Du Yu suppressed his curiosity, glancing around.

The place seemed like a school, yet not formal. The walls bore faint traces, as if children once doodled here.

Within this maze-like mountain homeland, Yang Qingqing led Du Yu on a prolonged search.

With clear, organized thoughts, the Immortal Master proceeded while staying to the right, and at the end, turned back, missing no pathways.

Climbing extensively within the mountains, they finally reached the residence area.

Though it appeared empty, Du Yu felt as if he traversed hundreds of years, seeing the remnants of ancient survival.

"Hmm!" Everyone quietly walked past dozens of residences when Little You Ying suddenly called out!

It embraced the large torch, standing at the tunnel entrance, aimed straight ahead.

"Stop!" Du Yu hurriedly stepped forward, embracing Little You Ying with both hands, and saw a skeletal figure sprawled on the residence floor.

Presumably, he/she originally sat against the wall.

"Could this person be the last one to erect a monument?" Du Yu stepped forward, "Yan Jinshu?"

Within the pile of bones, there seemed to be a dagger.

Did he commit suicide?

In this harsh Mountain Realm environment, clouds of thunder, hunger, illness, mental oppression, and despair all formed the cause of tribal extinction.

The tribesmen died one after another, until finally, this last tribe...

Ultimately chose to depart.

Yet there was no one left to erect his monument.

Du Yu pressed his lips together, uncertain what to say.

"Pick it up."

"The dagger?" Du Yu turned to look at Master Qing.

"Bring it back, as an explanation to the Mountain and Sea Bell."

"Alright." Du Yu carefully picked up the dagger, rusted and seemingly mortal grade.

"Let's leave." Yang Qingqing sighed softly and turned to leave.

Du Yu stashed the dagger securely and quietly followed.

The duo walked and stopped intermittently for more than an hour before finally returning to the entrance.

"Ha..." Du Yu exhaled deeply, feeling uneasy inside.

"The Mountain and Sea Bell is willing to open the Heaven Gate for us, the second team has already left first." Master Qing gently patted his shoulder.

Du Yu wondered, "When did the Mountain and Sea Bell become so cooperative?"

"Because we've found the right place, the second team banished here is no longer needed by the Mountain and Sea Bell."

Yang Qingqing hummed, "Peak of All Mountains, beside Jia Rong Grass. Let's go home."

"Hmm!"

Master and disciple retraced their steps, emerging from the narrow valley bottom, breaking out from the burning forest, embarking on the mountain-climbing path straight to the peak of all mountains.

Dark clouds rolled, thunder persisted.

The sea of red leaf flowers gradually came into view, and beneath the clouds, a phantom ancient bell hovered.

Suddenly a lightning strike hit fiercely at the ocean's edge!

"Boom!"

"Meow!" The Desolate Silver Lynx let out a roar, its speed sharply reduced.

Amidst the howling wind, Du Yu plucked the Jia Rong Necklace and directly stuffed it into Baojun's mouth, "Fear not! Baojun, charge!"

"Meow!" The Desolate Silver Lynx bit the fruit, sweet juice burst in its mouth. Her speed surged, darting towards the sea of red leaf flowers.

An elderly voice resounded again, "Have you found it?"

Yang Qingqing: "Condolences."

Jia Rong Grass seemed to expect it, sighed deeply, "Ah..."

Du Yu looked up, gazing at the towering phantom Mountain and Sea Bell.

Is this the so-called Heaven Gate?

Yang Qingqing: "Earlier, did three men and one woman come here?"

"Yes, they were attracted by the Mountain and Sea Bell and when interacting with me, they were enveloped and taken away by the Heaven Gate."

"Thank you for your help, Jia Rong. Farewell." Yang Qingqing lightly squeezed the deer's belly, Bai Yujing leapt skyward, carried by the wind.

She extended a Flower Vine from her hand, about to coil Du Yu when suddenly the red leaves and flowers on the mountaintop frantically grew!

Long blades of grass seemingly had indefinite reach, they intertwined swiftly, weaving rapidly.

Soon, a deep red Heaven-Reaching Bridge abruptly appeared!

"Thank you!" Du Yu bowed his head, shouting loudly.

"Crack!"

A lightning bolt struck from the sky, and the Red Leaf Bridge ahead collapsed instantly!

Du Yu's heart jumped, a peculiar symbol surfaced in his palm, preparing to create an aerial foothold for the Desolate Silver Lynx.

"Buzz!!"

The already massive Mountain and Sea Bell further enlarged, encompassing the master and disciple.

"Splash!"

"Splash~" The deer and lynx felt a blur in their vision, droplets of water scattering at their feet.

Before them were faces filled with burning, heartfelt joy.

Behind them stood the towering, bronze-colored ancient Mountain and Sea Bell.

"Master Qing!"

"Du Yu..." The deep pit was no longer forbidden, there Lin Shiwei and Li Mengnan had been waiting here, eagerly stepping forward.

Yang Qingqing showed an expression of admiration, her apprentices could stand on their own now.

She leaned down to stroke their heads in a rewarding gesture.

"Hiss~" The Wind Trace Steed cried out, sweeping past in a gust, shattering into endless Demon Breath, flowing into the woman's body.

"Nai!" Bai Yujing was blown askew by the fierce wind, calling discontentedly.

Yang Qingqing shielded her face with one hand, amidst fluttering hair, through slender finger gaps, she happened to see a silent figure of a woodcutter before the Bell Wall.

As the winds subsided, Yang Qingqing softly spoke, "Du Yu."

"Yes." Du Yu dismounted from the lynx, retrieved a rusted dagger from his pocket, and handed it to the Mountain and Sea Bell Spirit.

"246 tombstones, along with the last person to depart, totaling 247 people."

The Mountain and Sea Bell Spirit's hands gradually solidified, trembling as it accepted the dagger, yet its face grew increasingly phantasmal.

Melancholic flute music still drifts through the valleys.

Sadly, there are no more of the last tribe.

You,

Living within the Mountain and Sea Bell's fantasy figures, eventually pierced through by this rusted dagger.

"His name is Yan Jinshu." Du Yu patted the Mountain and Sea Bell's shoulder, whispered,

"Maybe."

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