Chapter 212 – Returning Home to Enter Kunlun

It could be said that Ye Kuang’s journey was marked by haste upon arrival and a heavy heart upon departure.

However, the moment he boarded the helicopter, his emotions underwent countless transformations.

As the mechanical engine’s roar echoed across the sky, a giant green lump instantly soared into the clouds.

Beneath the blue sky and white clouds, ‘it’ resembled a cloud-piercing roc, its speed so swift it reached the limits of naked-eye perception in the blink of an eye.

The Elder couldn’t help but exclaim, “What a blunder! I never expected this to be your first helicopter ride, but there’s no need for such exaggerated reactions.”

“Whoo…” Ye Kuang chose to ignore the comment, though the excitement plastered across his face was impossible to conceal.

After all, he was still just a youth—a college student around nineteen years old.

One might ask: How many people dream of experiencing such thrilling flights?

Amid his howls of exhilaration, the thousand-mile sea was crossed in a single ‘leap’ within half a day.

The undiminished beauty of mountains, rivers, and bustling cities unfolded before his eyes, stirring a flood of emotions within Ye Kuang.

The Elder suddenly asked, “Do you know how perilous this journey to Kunlun is? Are you certain you still wish to go?”

Ye Kuang replied casually, “If I never set foot in Kunlun in this lifetime, it would be my eternal regret.”

Hearing this, the Elder sighed inexplicably, clearly somewhat perplexed by Ye Kuang’s determination.

Instead, Ye Kuang reached out toward the glaring sunlight and said calmly, “Without enduring storms, hardships, and tribulations, who can truly stand unrivaled under heaven? My seemingly reckless actions aren’t meant to prove anything, but to remind myself: when the time comes to shine, when martial prowess gradually peaks, this rebirth in the city shall not be in vain!”

Without further discussion, the Elder responded, “Then I shall take you to the foot of the Kunlun Mountains.”

“Thank you.” After speaking, Ye Kuang closed his eyes to rest.

Time slipped through their fingers like flowing sand, passing in the blink of an eye.

By late afternoon, hazy mountain ranges quietly came into view.

Snow-capped peaks dotted the azure skies and emerald waters, resembling inverted jade clusters exuding an aura of mystery.

Just as horizontal views reveal ridges and side views show peaks, each perspective offered unique variations in distance and height.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang suddenly said, “Please land three miles from the mountain foot. The dangers ahead are unknown, and I’d prefer to trek through the mountains on foot.”

The pilot, momentarily uncertain, glanced at the Elder.

“Do as he says.” As he spoke, the Elder handed over a specially made phone and smiled. “Since you already know we’re monitoring your entire journey, I hope you’ll keep this phone with you so we can locate you if needed.”

Without another word, Ye Kuang took the phone and tucked it into his pocket.

Three miles from the Kunlun Mountains.

A figure leaped from the helicopter cabin and, upon disappearing into the snow-capped peaks, vanished completely from sight.

Witnessing this, the Elder sighed before turning to Wine-and-Meat Buddha and asking, “Grand Master, do you hail from Shaolin?”

“Amitabha, well said… Your discernment is truly sharp, Benefactor. Even this couldn’t escape your notice.” Wine-and-Meat Buddha chuckled wryly. “This humble monk knows what you wish to ask, but before that, I have a question of my own.”

Meanwhile…Ye Kuang darted through the Jade Flower Forest like a nimble spirit monkey, his speed so swift he resembled a wisp of smoke leaving no trace in the wind.

His objective was clear—the Secret Realm hidden among the snow-capped mountain peaks.

When he took out the Token, his gaze grew intensely focused, as if trying to discern some hidden clue from it.

Yet the result was far from satisfactory. The Token seemed utterly lifeless, showing no remarkable qualities whatsoever.

This left Ye Kuang deeply perplexed. According to Wine-and-Meat Buddha’s parting words: “You should feel it in your heart. These mountains appear as mountains, yet they are not mountains—for by then, you will already be within the mysterious domain, and everything before your eyes will be but ink strokes in the chronicles of experience.”

Recalling this, he had no choice but to put away the Token and continue trekking through the mountain forest. In this desolate area where no birds stirred and no human traces remained, he adopted a sightseeing mentality, observing everything with detached curiosity.

Just then, a sudden, inexplicable chill assaulted him.

Despite his formidable strength, Ye Kuang instinctively tightened his down jacket.

It was the depths of winter, and the cold here surpassed anything one could imagine.

Looking around, everything was pure, unblemished white—devoid of any other color—inevitably evoking feelings of loneliness and despair.

Had it not been for the distant peaks that served as guiding landmarks, Ye Kuang might have gotten lost among these vast snow-covered mountains.

For three hours, to prevent his emotions from overwhelming him, he occasionally let out furious roars.

“Not a single bird flies over these countless mountains—nothing exists here! How could there be a Celestial Palace descending to the mortal realm?”

“They say Kunlun exists beyond worldly concerns, yet I feel nothing! You who have witnessed all things under heaven, the shifting seas and mulberry fields—how can you remain aloof and detached from this world!”

Ye Kuang’s alternating shouts exploded violently across the mountain range as he ran forward step by step.

The path behind him was marked by his footprints, but swirling goose-feather snow quickly erased all traces of his presence.

Only when he was gasping for breath and forced to stop did he realize his entire body had suddenly become scorching hot.

This abrupt sensation, even though he had been prepared for the unexpected, left his mouth parched and dry.

“What’s happening? Why am I suddenly so hot?” he muttered to himself, utterly bewildered.

But there was no one here to answer him.

Ye Kuang began removing his clothing layer by layer, yet he still felt as if he were burning. When he finally stripped off all his upper garments, he exposed his body to the relentless cold, hoping the freezing air would extinguish the fire raging in his chest.

But moments later, he had to put his clothes back on for warmth.

Because suddenly, he could no longer feel any heat—his entire body had turned icy cold.

This bizarre phenomenon left him utterly confounded.

Yet just after he had put his down jacket back on, the scorching heat returned, making him curse in frustration.

“Damn it… Are you kidding me? Are you playing games with me? Damn it all!”

Cursing, Ye Kuang stripped naked again and lay flat in the half-meter-deep pure white jade flowers.

Sizzle—sizzle—sizzle!

Wisps of white steam rose all around, as if ice were meeting fire, releasing astonishing clouds of vapor.

Ye Kuang howled in agony, his body alternating between extreme cold and blistering heat, trapping him in a torturous state of dual extremes.

Not daring to let his mind wander, he could only sit cross-legged and focus.When that supremely firm and yang Subduing Dragon True Qi surged through all his meridians, it finally brought him some relief.

Yet this situation was akin to alternating between ice and fire—at times chilling him to the bone, at others making him unbearably feverish—leaving the person in question utterly unable to extricate himself.