Tomorrow, still three chapters! Where are the recommendation tickets!!

Still 100 votes behind the front, are there 100 more Liangshan heroes coming to join, to help me charge up!!! (Chapter One mistakenly wrote the disaster breaking out on September 1st, corrected to July 1st.) …… Ye Chen looked at the Three-Tailed Silver Hound and said solemnly, "You must find it by tomorrow!" The Three-Tailed Silver Hound was startled, seeing Ye Chen so grave for the first time, and quickly nodded, turning to run out and spread the word.

Bai Long and the others looked at Ye Chen and asked, "What now?" Ye Chen walked to the entrance and sat down, saying, "Wait!" Today is August 20th, tomorrow is the Zhongyuan Festival, commonly known as Ghost Festival, when the yin energy between heaven and earth is at its peak. At the dawn of the 22nd, the moment the first ray of sunlight shines upon the earth, the yang energy is most intense, and only then can the yin energy of the Zhongyuan Festival be forced back!

"There's still more than a day left. With the Blood-toothed Tiger's strength, I don't know if it will be enough.

If we can't arrive by the 22nd, we'll have to wait until the 25th," Ye Chen worried inwardly. But there was nothing he could do.

In terms of physique, he only possessed the strength of 103 people, far inferior to the Blood-toothed Tiger, and while entering Superhuman Mode was powerful, it could only be sustained for five minutes, after which he would fall into a period of weakness. Therefore, it all depended on Little Hei.

Bai Long and the others walked over, cleaned up the surrounding ground, and sat down, leaning against the railing of the stone bridge, taking out food from their backpacks, one portion per person, and began to eat. Outside the plaza, the zombies had been cleared, and this area was temporarily safe.

Even if monsters attacked, Ye Chen and the others could easily handle them. Moreover, outside, a large troop of monsters controlled by the Black Snail Bugs was standing guard, so there was no need to worry.

As evening approached, Yue Heng gathered some dry firewood and piled it up for a bonfire. The group gathered around, dragged the corpse of the Blood-blade Hound over, cut it into thin slices, rinsed it with the clear water under the stone bridge, and began roasting it over the fire.

"So many stars in the sky..." Ye Zhu looked up, her eyes sparkling brightly. "The environment in a tourist spot is really good; you can see the stars at night." "It's cooked, roast it well." "Hey, hey, that dog leg is the one I roasted." "Tch, even snatching that?

But I am magnanimous, extremely benevolent, so I'll let you have it!" "Magnanimous your sister! Who wants this uncooked one?

I want the cooked one." "Want it? Fine!

Take it!" "Take it yourself! You bastard, you actually took a bite!" "This is what you didn't want, don't say I didn't give it to you.

Someone as magnanimous as me always grants requests." "This... maybe it isn't cooked through?" Zhuge Fan asked weakly.

"How is that possible!" Bai Long took a bite and immediately saw that the inside was still blood-red, only the outside layer was cooked. "Damn it, you jinx!" "...I didn't mean to." Ye Chen took the small slices he had cut, handed a skewer to his sister Ye Zhu, and casually began eating.

Beside him, Mo Feng roasted two slices, one in each hand. Looking at Yue Heng and Bai Long scrambling for food, his expression was cold as he said, "I have one here!" With that, he offered one of the slices in his hand.

Everyone glanced over. A gentle breeze swept across the stone bridge...

The entire group froze. The slice in Mo Feng's hand was as large as a palm; to be precise, it could no longer be called a slice, because its color was decidedly unappetizing...

pitch black! "What did I just say?" "You just said you were full." "Oh, right." "...Don't look at me, I have enough to eat." "...Me too." …… August 22nd, afternoon.

Ye Chen and the others were still waiting by the stone bridge. Bai Long, Yue Heng, and Zhuge Fan wandered around the mountain out of boredom, but they did not stray too far from Ye Chen and the others, so they could return promptly if any danger arose.

Ye Chen sat by the bridge, staring blankly at the gurgling water below. Dark clouds drifted from a distance, obscuring the sun, and the air was filled with a cold, murderous chill, as if a heavy thunderstorm was brewing.

The rapid change in weather left them feeling helpless. Rumble~~ Thunder sounded from the clouds.

Ye Chen snapped back to attention, withdrawing his gaze from below, and looked up into the distance. The dark clouds hung low, encircling the earth, enveloping the distant green mountains and unique rock formations in shadow.

"Not back yet?" Ye Chen frowned slightly. "Woooooh..." The wind howled through heaven and earth, like the cries of ghosts and wolves, filling them with dread.

Yue Heng and the others returned together from afar. Bai Long complained, "This ghostly weather changes just like that." Zhuge Fan looked at the gloomy sky, remembering that it was the Ghost Festival today, and immediately felt a chill all over his body.

He couldn't help but whisper fearfully, "Later, it won't really appear..." Bai Long quickly clamped his mouth shut, his eyes wide, "Are you trying to die? If ghosts really show up, you’ll be the first one eaten!" Splash!

Accompanied by a loud clap of thunder, rain poured down, thick as beans, quickly soaking the ground. Everyone hurriedly ran into the mountains.

Ye Chen stood at the entrance, feeling the cold wind hit his face. Looking forward, he saw a hazy world where streaks of rain made the distant green peaks look blurred and indistinct.

His gaze lowered, and he saw the green lotuses beneath the stone bridge; under the beating rain, their leaves trembled, splashing countless water droplets. With a fierce gust of wind, the rain slanted, leaning toward the mountains, forcing everyone to retreat hastily.

The icy threads of rain felt cool against their faces. Thunder shook the heavens, and the rain roared like a waterfall!

Night gradually fell, and it was evening. "Too late?" Ye Chen sighed softly.

Just then— Roar! A mournful roar echoed from a distance.

Ye Chen's heart jolted, and he quickly looked up. Through the hazy rain, he saw a colossal figure charging rapidly, a thick arm gripped in its mouth.

Its fur was soaked, and its body was covered in scars; blood that had already dried was washing off in the rain, leaving dark trails. It crossed the stone bridge and arrived before Ye Chen.

It lowered its head and dropped the arm. Its exhausted eyes glanced at Ye Chen, and panting, it asked, "Am I late?" Ye Chen looked at the Blood-toothed Tiger before him, his heart trembling slightly.

After a long moment, he lowered his head, walked over, picked up the arm, turned back into the entrance, and murmured, "Well done!" The Blood-toothed Tiger let out a sigh of relief, a hint of relief in its eyes. Dragging its weary body, it turned and walked back into the torrential rain, returning to its companions; the confines of this mountain could not accommodate its massive form.

Standing by the stone, Ye Zhu watched the Blood-toothed Tiger disappear from sight. She withdrew her gaze, turned to look at Ye Chen, a hint of a smile in her eyes.

She knew that her outwardly cold but inwardly warm brother had developed a different perspective on Little Hei. At least, he would no longer regard Little Hei merely as a killing tool to be discarded once it was no longer useful.

…… The next day, the heavy rain stopped. Crystalline water droplets slid down the branches, flowing to the leaf tips before dripping onto the puddles on the ground, causing ripples.

The air after the rain was exceptionally fresh. Ye Chen and the others arrived at the mountain.

Ye Chen took out the seven materials and arranged them on the Lotus Platform Waterfall in a Bagua formation, one in each direction. Finally, the blood of a powerhouse was missing.

Ye Chen looked toward the far horizon, where a blood-red sun was slowly rising, like a red apple. Ye Chen slashed his fingernail across his skin, easily drawing blood, and a drop of crimson blood fell onto the eighth position.

Instantly, the crowd witnessed a scene akin to a miracle. A golden pillar of light pierced heaven and earth, seemingly ignoring the stone wall barrier of the Lotus Platform Waterfall, shining down onto the center of the Bagua array.

Immediately, a brilliant radiance was activated from the center of the formation. A booming sound echoed, and the surroundings shook as a black aperture, taller than a person, slowly pulled open from the void, appearing before them.

That golden pillar of light, naturally, did not possess the ability to pierce stone walls, nor did it descend from directly above the wall; rather, it shone in from outside the entrance, refracted several times by the elemental crystal wall in the air, before the light was transmitted above the Lotus Platform Waterfall, creating the illusion that it was shining down from above. This process contained extremely pinnacle technology, far beyond what current science could achieve.

"Let's go in!" Ye Chen led the way. Bai Long and the others hesitated for a moment before following.

After everyone had entered, the black aperture slowly shrank, turning into a speck of light the size of a grain of rice. It did not disappear completely but floated in the air, invisible to the naked eye, becoming as small as a mote of light.