Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy
Chapter 205 - 127, 128. Northern tigers and wolves finally heading south, unintentionally reappear calamity in dreams (major Chapter - please subscribe)

Chapter 205: 127, 128. Northern tigers and wolves finally heading south, unintentionally reappear calamity in dreams (major Chapter - please subscribe)

Northlands, July.

The river roared...

Song Cheng strolled along the riverbank, with his elder sister-in-law by his side.

Both were still searching for Yune...

But Yune had vanished without a trace, whereabouts unknown.

At this moment, despite summer’s arrival, the weather still lacked the heat one would expect, instead, it carried an ominous chill.

Song Cheng closed his eyes, the pits in the Heart’s Eye inside his mind rose like twisted, deep-sea weeds in the stark white Realm.

However, now that he knew the hierarchy of evil spirits, the fear of such things in his heart had lessened considerably.

There was once another continent that had suffered destruction, and having this precedent, he felt he could see things a bit more clearly.

In a blink, over a month had passed since Su Mengzhen arrived at the An Residence.

The two came here every day in search of Yune, yet her whereabouts remained a mystery.

Su Mengzhen decided she wouldn’t wait any longer; today on the journey back, she brought up farewell.

"If you, Song, happen to find Yune, you can send Yu to find me, and I will hurry over," she said.

Song Cheng also knew that once the canal opened, Yune would be like a fish in the sea, very difficult to find, so he said, "Many from the Su Family want me to go to the Imperial Capital for some errands."

Su Mengzhen said, "Apart from me and Yu, no one in the Su Family knows your current level. Stall for time a bit longer until we’ve crossed the Reappear Calamity and strengthened our realms. There’s no rush to go then."

"The Imperial Capital..." Song Cheng hesitated and asked, "What is it actually like?"

Su Mengzhen said, "Prosperous, extravagant; compared to it, the Northlands look like a poor village. My descendants in the Mortal World are also in the Imperial Capital..."

"Descendants?" Song Cheng was stunned.

Su Mengzhen stared at him.

Song Cheng explained, "I’m just surprised that Sister Su already has offspring."

Su Mengzhen said, "Every Noble Family Child needs to leave descendants; otherwise, once forgotten... perhaps, they will never be able to return."

Song Cheng curiously said, "Even without being visualized, can’t one walk into an era of prosperity and find some followers?"

Su Mengzhen gazed at some place distantly, slowly shook her head, and said, "Yu previously lied to you, saying she swam over from the Ghost River. That’s because she truly doesn’t remember, nor knows how she ended up here. But I remember..."

She sighed softly, her eyes revealing a complex mix of emotions.

Such reminiscence, such lingering fear, such dread.

Song Cheng said, "The journey here must have been incredibly difficult."

Su Mengzhen replied, "It’s not about difficulty, but... the path itself doesn’t exist. The world is not flat, but more like a mass of chaos sewn together by various patchworks.

During the Calamity, anyone who had the slightest chance of survival didn’t want to take this path. But my Su Family had no other choice...

We carried the Ice Coffin, walked for a very long time, for over a decade, and only then did we accidentally arrive here.

But so many of our kin were lost along the way...

Others died inexplicably.

Back then, Yu was almost always sleeping in the Ice Coffin, having completely lost her memories, but I remember..."

Song Cheng was taken aback: "Your destroyed continent is connected to ours?"

Su Mengzhen replied, "Let’s put it this way, even if there’s a wasteland between continents, they can’t be connected. To cross it is to gamble with one’s life.

There’s no direction on that path, it’s an endless road, an absolutely fair road—everyone who enters it gambles with their life, and the success rate may well be less than one in ten thousand.

In that place, any experience becomes useless. My Su Family made it here, but many more Noble Families can only sleep deep in the land they hail from.

Nowadays, many Noble Families in the Dashang are native to the region.

Those, like us, who escaped from that continent... I have not interacted with them, nor do I know of them.

Noble Families lack trust in each other to begin with.

But to leave behind offspring, to strengthen the family and interconnect families below, this too can create superficial peace.

And the more people remember you, the greater your chances of survival.

Even if an Ice Coffin sleeps on the other shore, as long as it is visualized, the Divine Soul can cross over.

If the Divine Soul can cross over, there is no need to take risks... because even if it involves Possession, one can still survive."

Song Cheng fell silent.

Su Mengzhen said, "I’m going back to the Ice Coffin now."

"Okay..." Song Cheng nodded; he truly did not know when he would encounter Yune.

...

...

Several days later...

Su Mengzhen left many Pill Recipes behind for Madam Tong before she drifted away.

Song Cheng escorted her to the outskirts of the city, looking at the eerie mist rising from all sides, he couldn’t help but feel a renewed sense of curiosity and fear towards the unknown.

A world sewn from patches of chaos.

Forever without direction, a path where even the mighty have the same chance of survival as ordinary people.

The destroyed continent, the buried and forgotten strong...

That was only the world seen by his elder sister-in-law.

What about what she hasn’t seen?

He looked up at the sky, for the first time feeling insignificant with his "gaze upon the cosmos" and fearful of "time."

What exactly was this land he stood on, what had happened here, and what had it once witnessed?

Are humans really the protagonists of this land?

Endless Hell... was this originally the world of evil spirits?

In the world of the evil spirits, much like in the world of humans.

In the world of humans, people are still insignificant.

In the world of evil spirits, could it be that even the evil spirits that can easily torment ordinary people are also insignificant?

Song Cheng realized he couldn’t think on this any longer.

This was becoming increasingly frightening.

He turned back towards the city, took a few steps, but suddenly felt a strange soreness in his eyes.

However, after a short while, it disappeared as if nothing had happened.

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...

A woman in green, with hair cascading down to the ground, walked along the eerie riverbank, drawn by a certain enticing aura.