I Am Your Natural Enemy

A face that looks quite ordinary, with features quite different from today’s people, and a big beard covering it, with eyes full of defiance, just like the initial impression of Huo Yong.

Wen Yan saw the Mountain Ghost’s dog-like demeanor, and his anger flared up.

The flames on his body, like flowing water, kept rushing in, and the peculiar fire indeed couldn’t scorch the Mountain Ghost’s consciousness. But as Wen Yan’s thoughts changed, the power of the Heart Fire gradually climbed, starting to seep into the mountain.

A sliver of flame scattered into tiny sparks, like weak embers, fell on the Mountain Ghost’s consciousness, and just as the sustained damage appeared, Wen Yan saw a new prompt.

”Trigger Erasure Succession Trait”

”Current target occupation ’Mountain Ghost’, infinite succession trait has been erased, the unique trait of the first generation Mountain Ghost has vanished from this point.”

The Mountain Ghost let out a furious roar, his consciousness turning overwhelmingly sinister, as if possessed.

Looking at the undamaging flames on his body, he clasped his hands together, appearing frenzied. The confidence from not being able to die, once so strong, now faced with a dead end, his fear grew just as intense.

He’s no longer thinking about killing Wen Yan, but rather how to preserve himself first.

Before, with the trait in place, he equated to being attached to the occupation rather than fully controlling it. The occupation itself wouldn’t die, but the creatures controlling it would.

He could endlessly exploit bugs, even facing harm that could erase his consciousness, he could use the original trait, replacing with countless Lost Souls under the Mountain Ghost occupation, among souls without a trace of self-awareness, he was the only qualified successor.

He could succeed himself, to endlessly exploit this bug only the first-generation Mountain Ghost during the barbaric era had.

In such a scenario, he was nearly immortal, never to die.

Unfortunately, he met Wen Yan, Wen Yan feared the pure power of Tuoba Martial God the most, yet wasn’t afraid of those relying on traits.

The Mountain Ghost began to fear, realizing that once he lost what he relied on for thousands of years, he understood what being afraid of death meant.

With a grim face, he looked at Wen Yan, murmuring something in a language Wen Yan couldn’t comprehend.

Simultaneously, Old Master Wang’s vast song seemed to transcend space, resonating here.

Enhanced by a buff, Wen Yan understood the Mountain Ghost’s murmuring.

He wished for an eternal bond with the mountains, to transform into them.

To fulfill the promise as a Mountain Ghost.

In the next moment, Wen Yan saw the Mountain Ghost’s consciousness start expanding, merging completely with the mountains here.

During this transformation, Old Master Wang’s chanting song also shifted.

Wen Yan sensed everything here changing, becoming illusory, all seemed to twist and dissipate.

Old Master Wang actively broke the seal, using the Mountain Ghost’s grand intention, breaking the seal, allowing the Mountain Ghost to truly integrate into the mountain.

Instead of letting him exploit the actually illusory bug within the seal, he’s fulfilling the promise. In reality, no true mountain as a dependency exists here.

Wen Yan felt all this, knowing something was off, wanting to inform Old Master Wang, but it was too late.

The Mountain Ghost’s tremendously enlarged consciousness, like a massive mountain, gazed down on Wen Yan and Old Master Wang.

”I’ve been trapped here for decades, over these few days. It’s been decades.

You try to grind away my consciousness with time, but decades are enough for me to experiment with many things.

I understand you even better than you know yourself. I know what you’ll do.

I’ve done the same countless times.

I’ve discovered how to infiltrate your seal method.

You can’t stop me.”

Old Master Wang remained unperturbed, continuing his task.

He aimed to use the Mountain Ghost’s own power to dissolve the seal, then fulfill the Mountain Ghost’s promise.

If truly transformed into a mountain, eternally motionless, that would be the real seal.

Old Master Wang didn’t care whether the Mountain Ghost truly died, only wishing for him never to cause trouble again.

Meanwhile, Wen Yan quietly watched everything, feeling everything around grow increasingly illusory and twisted, after which reality gradually emerged.

Knowing the seal had begun dissolving, the Mountain Ghost escaped it, but couldn’t go anywhere else. Now, he was only a mountain, with the previous power he wielded gone.

The main benefit might be that the consciousness fully integrated into the mountain, waiting to see if other changes occur later.

The immense consciousness of the Mountain Ghost, like a giant, slowly merged with the mountain, finally casting one last glance at Wen Yan, eyes chilling and vicious.

”I can’t die, but let’s see how you’ll die next!”

The mountain trembled, sealing all escape routes, leaving only the underground river as the path.

In the Borrowed Vision state, Wen Yan saw no more peculiarities, so he followed the underground river, heading in the direction he felt.

Fully submerged in water, he swam through the dark, cold underground river, until exhausted. Then he let Gray Cloth carry him, guiding Gray Cloth along.

The phone from the Scorching Sun Department proved sturdy, staying bright even underwater. After half a day’s swim in complete darkness, Wen Yan finally discovered light in the water, along with fish, debris appearing in the water, making it turbid.

Gray Cloth sped him forward, bursting out of the surface, standing at a familiar vantage point, looking once at the water surface, his expression froze.

This dirt-yellow water surface was unmistakably distinctive.

Did I end up at the Yellow River?

Taking out his phone, checking the location, it seemed to only be a tributary, but why did the tributary also appear filled with sediment?

He flicked his wrist, and Gray Cloth immediately took him to the riverbank.

Yet the riverbank, barely twenty meters away, felt incredibly distant at this moment.

Even with Gray Cloth aiding him, it seemed insurmountable, like an impassable chasm.

Several people had advised him not to approach the Yellow River, including himself, never flying over it, preferring a detour.

Unexpectedly, he now found himself directly in a tributary, and clearly some force was actively preventing him from reaching the bank.