in made us uneasy. We couldn't afford to bury someone without proper precautions. It turned out the body had already begun to decompose. If we didn't handle this properly, something terrible would ha...In fact, the Witch King is merely a representative of the God-Witch who governs the people.

In ancient times, shamans also had their own kingdoms and cities. Later, they gradually merged due to wars, disasters, and natural calamities, leading to the merging of various tribes.

Legend has it that the sealing of gods cleansed the world of immortals, demons, and spirits. Afterwards, mortals' reverence for ghosts and deities reached its peak, and shamans became the mediators between them.

Later, with the decline of feudalism and the centralization of power in the hands of the emperor, shamans gradually became a threat. After this, legends about shamans gradually disappeared from historical records.

They were different from ordinary people, unwilling to be governed and, in order to avoid persecution, they returned to this paradise of theirs.

Perhaps this is a suitable place for them to survive, but in a few hundred, a thousand, or even thousands of years, who knows if the same problems might arise here

The realm of immortals is free from the mundane worries of mortals.

This is not here.

This is fundamentally not so different from the world we live in.

Taoyuan Xiang (Peach Blossom Spring) actually only exists in people's hearts.

Mu Wanchen held me, the warm breath he exhaled against mine made me forget the chill around us.

Perhaps in the world of two people, a moment of embrace is a paradise, allowing my confused and flustered heart to settle down.

"Shall we go now" I looked up at Mu Wanchen.

Just leave, don't hesitate for others anymore. The shaman doesn't care about these people's lives and deaths, so why should we Why bother saving them

I looked into Mu Wanchen's eyes, but these words never left my lips.

His eyes held compassion.

Perhaps in his mind, besides those ancient knowledge and memories, he also inherited the sense of responsibility that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Those people had long been part of his life. Without them, he wasn't the Shaman King, perhaps...he wasn't even himself.

Between heaven and earth, only compassion is the simplest yet most difficult.

Yinglong is the wife of a god, and she willingly serves Mu Wanchen. She and he have long been connected at heart, knowing that he would not easily abandon his people.

The mirages on the city wall had been blown away by most of the gale raised by Yinglong's fan, revealing a section of the roof where we could take temporary shelter.

Ying Long was huge in size, held high status, and possessed a majestic bearing. The mirage dragon lurked within the city, half-cloud, half-mist.

It seems the mirage dragon is very "respectful" of the real dragon, appearing cautious and not making a rash move. It only keeps spitting out mirage gas.

The city is now pitch black, and the streets are completely invisible.

"How is he doing" Mu Wanchen looked at Ji Du Xingjun with concern.

The celestial official Ji Dou Xingjun closed his eyes and remained silent, appearing to be asleep.

"The divine has… The Illusory Dragon trapped him, he's already calmed his spirit to resist these ghastly phantoms. It will take some time for him to awaken. This isn't a safe place, let's go!" Luo Hu Xingjun’s voice was unusually urgent.

The little boy swallowed nervously and whispered, "Great Shaman King, these two divine dragons fighting... could lead to a disastrous situation. Anyway, we've already retrieved the Celestial Star Lord, let's save him first and talk about it later."

Mu Wanchen glanced at me, shook his head and said, "No, it's easy to turn around and leave. Once you turn back, you'll never be able to come back... The living people here have to be taken away, otherwise... they will only become a city of bones."

"But..." the little boy said anxiously, "If it causes a huge commotion, even if Huǒ's heart is guarded well, the divine witch wouldn't just sit idly by, would they If the divine witch appears...will we still be able to leave safely"

Mu Wanchen's eyebrows furrowed slightly. This was a very realistic problem. The fact that we could take action now meant that the Divine Shaman had simply chosen to ignore us because he wanted to avoid the celestial tribulation.

If the Yinglong and Shenlong were to fight... I've seen the Yinglong attack before, it can easily cause mountains to crumble and earth to shake, that would definitely be an earth-shattering event.

“… Little Luo’er, you go first—”

First things first, I have to go first!

I didn't yell, but I glared at Mu Wanchen fiercely. He smiled instead. "That's right, if I say something again, you'll blame me."

"Your Highness, please persuade him. You're pregnant now, you shouldn't be troubled! Let's return the way we came right away and get your kun summoning out—"

The little boy spoke urgently, but in my ear there came some ethereal and distant sounds.

Mu Wanchen's expression also slightly stunned, he heard it too.

Mellifluous and ethereal, like a mournful sigh.

It was as if someone were weeping in the heavens, or singing a mournful song.

The city mirage heard these sounds and suddenly bowed its head, roaring. Its mirage swirled, and its scales bristled backward.

It exuded an ominous aura, and the ghosts of the entire spectral domain were in a state of agitated frenzy.

Mutian's soul lantern had become a calming light for the ghosts around him. The ghosts near us, guided by the soul lantern's glow, were all vacant-eyed but not frenzied. However, this attracted more and more ghosts to gather around us.

It was already impossible to see the sky or the ground. Staying any longer would be extremely dangerous.

"...Little Luo'er, listen to me." Mu Wanchen suddenly took my hand.

"You're our only way out now. We have to go, and we need you. You can't be hurt." His voice was quick, laced with an unshakeable determination.

"You want me to leave first again!" I frowned. This guy wanted to kick me out how many times already

"I'm not going to ask you to leave, just go ahead and wait for me." He squeezed my hand. "You distract me..."

Okay, I know I can't hold you back.

But how do we get down from this high wall

Mu Wanchen raised his hand and whistled.

A divine eagle flew in from beyond the mirage, cooperating with the hurricane raised by Yinglong and flying onto the city wall.

"Mu Wanchen, you said we'd walk together, I'll wait for you ahead. If you don't come, I won't leave." I clasped his hand in return.

He smiled serenely: "…Such a thing can only happen once. If I lose you again, what will I do without you"

Damn, this guy...

He could say something so out of place with such ease, he really has thick skin.

But he knew I was gullible, squeezed my hand, and lifted me onto the back of the golden eagle.

As I took flight, I glanced back at Mu Wanchen.

This time he didn't just give me his back, but looked back at me, his gaze locking directly with mine.

He has never blamed heaven or others for the fate of his people, always going with the flow and adapting to circumstances. He has never blindly worshipped anyone nor bowed to difficulties.

He values life, if the people in this city can't be saved, I'm afraid... I might not see him again.

"Rest assured, with the divine Dragon Empress Shen Fei here, those dragon clans won't dare to cause trouble. She scared off the mirage dragon and drove the Ghost Realm away! It's still not too late!" The little boy reassured me.

"Hmm... how is Ji Dou Xingjun doing" I squatted down to check.

I didn't dare to touch him. He kept his eyes tightly shut, his face as cold as ice. Lord Rahu glanced coldly and said, "He has always been wary of the extreme Yin. After returning, I will take him back to the upper realm to recuperate... Although he is a wandering immortal, it is ultimately inappropriate to descend to the mortal realm without permission."

"Um... will we still be able to see you guys after that" I felt like once the Star Jun went, it would probably be a long time.

Luo Hu Xingjun sneered: "Noble immortal, do you see each other upon meeting"

"Sir Star, please don't be so fierce. The little princess just meant well by asking." the child whispered.

Luohu Xingjun's eyes sank, and he said in a low voice: "It is the seven emotions and six desires of mortals that are too heavy, which makes even immortals difficult to escape calamity.", he had Zhang Yi deliver an intricately carved mahogany box in a deep red hue.“What’s this” I had water droplets in my hair and couldn't sleep yet, so I sat beside the Eight Immortals table, wrapped...