I Have Countless Past-life Identities-Chapter 112 - 73: On the Eve of Journeying to Yunluan Mountain, Immortal Nirvana True Monarch, Return to Reality, 2 ’Memory Fragments’!

The moon stars are sparse, and the crows and magpies fly south.

Yet, even when the curfew arrives, the noise outside Black Mountain City does not fade at all.

In the past, every twilight, hunters entering Black Mountain needed to turn back; otherwise, they risked being hunted by demons and turned into blood food.

Now, although the nightfall brings a miasma in the mountains, and spirits and beasts are countless and dangerous.

Compared to before, when one had to be constantly on edge, things have improved significantly.

Moreover, the New Guardian intentionally supports hunters to hunt in Black Mountain.

Presumably, it won't be long before the impoverished Black Mountain City starts to somewhat resemble a 'city of a million people'.

The merchants and noble clans in the Inner City, who weren't cleared out by Song Chai Xin, smelled business opportunities, knowing that for the next thirty to fifty years, this Black Mountain would continuously output spirit beast flesh and Foundation Establishment Treasure Medicine, becoming a Martial Saint Land.

Thus, not even a day passed before they hurriedly, within the rules, formed trade associations, hunting teams, and gangs, seeking a share of the profit.

And with Song Chai Xin's reduction of taxes and alleviation of burdens,

those with no connections in the Outer City suddenly found multiple paths.

Become hunters, join gangs, or serve wealthy merchants, earn silver coins, and then join a Martial Arts Hall to seek advancement.

Although difficult, it is not aimless; it is a practical and navigable 'broad road'!

That day, countless young lads in their teens, full of passionate dreams, lay sleepless, tossing and turning.

But the one who changed all this, the Lord Guardian,

lay fully clothed, breathing long and deep, in a sound sleep on the soft couch in the Guardian Mansion.

In general, martial artists, with strong vitality, even if met with 'ghostly' entities or the resurrected dead, would not be haunted, let alone dream.

At least since Song Chai Xin left Xuanqing Lake, he had not dreamed again.

But this time was different,

in a dream he hadn't had in more than two years, Song Chai Xin frowned, feeling incredibly vivid sensations but not knowing how to escape.

In front of him,

lay an Endless Celestial Abyss between 'Black Mountain' and the 'Northwest Wilderness'.

At this moment, he stood by the edge of the Celestial Abyss,

the ground beneath him cracked and filled with fissures, the space before him a hundred feet suspended in the air, looking down into a haze.

It was exactly the Celestial Abyss he saw when he looked towards the Northwest Wilderness after he had 'broken the mountain and cut down the temple' during the day!

"..."

The youth stomped a foot, and in an instant, sand flew, stones moved, a fierce wind howled, and the harsh landscape seemed so real, unlike a dream.

It made Song Chai Xin squint,

involuntarily glancing into the Celestial Abyss beneath, originally covered in mist and hazy.

That one glance, as if 'seeing a clear moon by parting clouds', revealed the true nature beneath the abyss, his pupils constricting instantly:

"That is..."

A grand and weathered Bronze Ancient Hall seemed concealed by something, caught between illusion and reality, radiating an ancient bronzed light.

Frost-covered pillars stained with traces of dried brown blood, the ruins of temple grounds, with broken walls, seemed to speak of an ancient and lengthy past.

It seemed to suspend itself in mid-air, stretching across the bottom of this 'Celestial Abyss'.

Or perhaps...

This usually ordinary 'natural spectacle' of a deep earth abyss,

it was only because of this mysterious and inscrutable ancient hall's reflection that martial artists found it hard to cross, and even True Masters standing upon it would be reduced to mere mortals!

But Song Chai Xin's act of peering below, his pupils constricting, was not due to this hall.

But rather...

He saw through the façade of the Bronze Ancient Hall,

and within it, a youth, bound with heavy chains, sitting cross-legged with his hair flowing!

That youth happened to open his eyes, coincidentally locking gazes with him.

At that moment,

Song Chai Xin locked eyes with the mysterious Ancient Hall Master.

He felt that all his blood, Qi, and Inner Strength were stagnating, unable to move a bit.

Though clearly within a dream, it was indistinguishable from reality.

"Young man, let's make a deal." The flowing-haired youth suddenly smiled, his eyes seemingly holding the sun and moon.

Spanning across a Celestial Abyss, he engaged in a dream negotiation with Song Chai Xin.

"A deal?" Song Chai Xin gritted his teeth, attempting to retreat, to shatter this dream.

But the gap between him and the entity pulling his 'spirit' was too vast, so insurmountable that no reconciliation seemed possible.

Thus, he could not break the dream.

"Yes, become my retainer." Bound tightly by layers of chains, his body covered with runes gleaming, the youth seriously nodded.

"Why does such a powerful predecessor see value in me and forcibly draw me into this dream?"

"With my shallow skills, I'm afraid... I won't meet the predecessor's expectations. Perhaps you should reconsider and find someone else?" Song Chai Xin tugged at his mouth, instinctively unwilling.

To wear the crown, one must bear its weight. The notion of a pie falling from the sky is impossible; what you gain, you must also pay a price.

Nearly at the instant the mysterious Ancient Hall Master beneath the Celestial Abyss spoke,

Song Chai Xin felt that despite the cultivation, this entity likely exceeded Bai Qiuyi by just a tiny bit, but in other respects, they were the same.

Empty-handed trickery, weaving endless myths.

Nowhere in sight a practical thing, only endless risks.

"You are free to leave at any time."