Chapter 266: Chapter 265 Deep Mountain_1
Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart and silently memorized these sixteen characters.
It seemed that this map was no trivial matter—if not understood clearly, it would certainly be a significant hidden danger.
Cultivators live off the land, making the best use of their local conditions.
Near Tongxian City, there were neither fertile Spirit Fields, surging rivers and seas, nor Spirit Beasts suitable for nurturing.
Nearby Loose Cultivators all had to make a living in Big Black Mountain.
And to the south of the city, the Refinery Shops, Alchemist’s Businesses, and even the Fulu Building all depended on Monster Hunters to hunt Monster Beasts, strip their flesh and bones for materials, supplying the needs of Artifact Refining, Alchemy, and cooking.
Studying Formations, Mo Hua also needed to gather a great quantity of Monster Blood to mix the Spiritual Ink.
All the Cultivators of Tongxian City, whether it was for the sake of Tao Cultivation, production, or daily life, were closely connected to Big Black Mountain.
If Big Black Mountain harbored deep-seated dangers, that would be a serious problem.
Afterward, while Mo Hua studied the Reversed Spirit Formation, whenever he had free time, he ventured into Big Black Mountain. Whenever he came across a secluded or unfamiliar place, he would open the Sin Cultivator’s map to compare the locations, to see if he could find the places marked on the map.
However, after searching for several days, he still found nothing.
Feeling dejected, Mo Hua lifted his head to see a thick fog enshrouding the distant area, concealing the layered ridges of the mountains, blocking out the sunlight, creating a hazy, indistinct world where it was unclear where the mountain ended and the cliff began.
That was the deep forest of Big Black Mountain, also the most dangerous part of Big Black Mountain.
It was said the forest was unpredictable and perilous, and Cultivators who went there never returned.
As Mo Hua watched, he suddenly startled and gasped in cold air:
“The fog of Black Mountain can hide deep dens...”
Could the location marked on this map be the deep forest of Big Black Mountain?
Mo Hua’s eyelids twitched as he thought it more and more likely.
He was thoroughly familiar with the Outer Mountain, and although he wouldn’t say he knew the Inner Mountain like the back of his hand, he was still very familiar with it.
If the location recorded on the map was truly within the Inner or Outer Mountain, then he would definitely have some recollection.
If not the Outer Mountain, not the Inner Mountain, then it must be the deep forest.
The Sin Cultivator who vanished without a trace, the deep forest from which none returned.
With a guess forming in his heart, a chill swept over Mo Hua.
He hastily used his movement technique and ran back to Tongxian City, arriving breathlessly to find Elder Yu and urgently asked:
“Elder Yu, has anyone ever been to the deep forest?”
Frightened by the question, Elder Yu exclaimed, “Why are you asking about that? The deep forest is dangerous; you can’t go there.”
“And then?” Mo Hua asked.
“Afterwards, it came to nothing. The Qian Family dared not probe any deeper. With the death of a Chief Elder at the Foundation Establishment Stage and the recovery of the body, they had some sort of explanation. To venture any further into the mountains, if they truly encountered some great peril, it’s likely that the Qian Family would’ve been annihilated.”
Elder Yu seemed somewhat schadenfreude yet also a bit regretful.
Presumably, he felt schadenfreude regarding the death of the Qian Family’s Chief Elder and regretful that the Qian Family didn’t face complete calamity deep in the mountains.
Mo Hua said, “After that incident, no cultivators dared to enter the deep mountains again?”
Elder Yu corrected, “Some dared, but none were able to return.”
“There are plenty of people in this world who are audacious or ignorant of their limits, both the highly skilled and brave, as well as the foolish who know no fear. However, no matter who they were, once they entered the deep mountains, none have ever come out.”
Mo Hua’s gaze grew complex as he slowly said, “Did they enter the mountains of their own free will?”
Elder Yu smiled and was about to say more when his expression suddenly changed. The smile faded, and he said gravely:
“You... do you know something?”
Mo Hua took out a map and handed it to Elder Yu, recounting the events involving Bald Tuo and the other Sin Cultivators, including the sixteen characters.
“Black Mountain dense fog can cover abyss and thicket; midnight thrice, cast a stone to ask the path.”
Elder Yu muttered to himself, growing more alarmed as he did.
His mind raced as his voice trembled,
“Do you mean that the deep mountains of Big Black Mountain might be a huge den of villains and that, over the past two to three hundred years, extremely vicious Sin Cultivators have been lurking inside?”
Mo Hua slowly nodded.
Unable to restrain himself, Elder Yu stood up and paced back and forth in the hall, brows furrowed.
After several rounds of pacing, Elder Yu collected his thoughts, sat back down, took a sip of tea to calm himself, and said in a deep voice,
“There indeed is such a possibility...”
“Over the past two hundred years, not to mention cultivators from other regions, even Monster Hunters have gone missing in the deep mountains.”
“The former elders of the Monster Hunting Guild, including myself, have, time and again, sternly warned not to venture into the deep mountains, for it often leads to disaster.”
“But there were Monster Hunters who disregarded our advice, entered the deep mountains, and were never heard from again.”
“I was previously only angry at their stupidity, not knowing whether they were dead or alive, but now, considering everything, I realize there are many intrigues involved.”
“Those who could become Monster Hunters, those who could make a name for themselves in the Inner Mountain—are any of them unaware of the dangers of Big Black Mountain? How many of them do not cherish their lives to the point that they would foolishly enter the deep mountains?”
“Even if they didn’t value their own lives, their wives and children rely on them to earn Spirit Stones through Monster Hunting in order to survive. With families to care for, how could they rashly risk their lives?”
“If they died, leaving behind widows and orphans to suffer miserably, how could they be unaware of that?”
“It appears now that they did not willingly enter the deep mountains, they were either captured or killed and then taken into the depths of the mountains.”