This is a large mountain with an ancient charm that has existed for many years. There are many ancient trees on the mountainside, which are overgrown with weeds and look very messy.
A dilapidated stone road leads directly to the top of the mountain, and there are fireworks on the top of the mountain.
There is a small thatched hut on the top of the mountain, surrounded by fences and housing some chickens and ducks.
It was obvious that someone lived here. He was an old man with old clothes, cloudy eyes, and deep wrinkles on his face. He was very old.
Especially when he walks, he is shaky, as if he is about to fall to the ground at any time.
Now the old man was pulling the ancient bellows, panting and depressed from exhaustion, and he seemed to be making a fire to cook.
The hut was a bit dark inside, with very few furniture. There was only a bed, a table, a wardrobe, and a few chairs, all in tatters.
On the bed, a young man was lying here, his face was pale and his clothes were ragged. He had been sleeping.
During this sleep, Dao Ling slept for three days and three nights, and then he slowly woke up. There was still palpitations in his eyes. Dao Ling almost died in the golden ancient cave.
That line was simply thrilling. He didn't know how long he ran away. He was caught in the terrifying cosmic turbulence and almost died. Finally, he reached a mountain.
Dao Ling fell to the top of this mountain and fell into a coma until now. He is still unable to react.
"There is some trouble!" Dao Ling's mind sank into his body. His expression was solemn. His body had suffered terrible injuries, including internal injuries, and his internal organs were displaced.
Even the cave sky was dry. He almost died in the golden ancient cave. If it weren't for his strong body and the cultivation of Xiantian Gang, Dao Ling probably wouldn't have survived.
"Where have I come?"
Dao Ling shivered, and there was a look of shock in his eyes, because the world he was in now was a little different!
"This?" Dao Ling was dumbfounded, because he found that this world seemed to be exactly the same as the Holy War. The avenue of heaven and earth was perfect, and the origin was extremely easy to realize!
"How is it possible? Where am I?" Dao Ling looked around in shock. He found that this was a hut. Could he have been rescued?
Dao Ling wanted to get up and go down to take a look, but he grimaced in pain, sweat broke out on his forehead, and his whole body was in excruciating pain.
"Child, don't move around. Your internal injuries are serious and you need to rest."
An old voice suddenly came in, and an old man walked in, walking very slowly and looking very old, carrying a bowl of rice and a bowl of meat.
"Old man!" Dao Ling was stunned, and he quickly said: "Old man, who are you? Did you save me?"
"A few days ago, you were blown to the top of the mountain by a strong wind, and you have been sleeping until now." The old man brought the food over, stared at him with his cloudy eyes, and smiled: "You must be hungry, eat quickly."
Dao Ling was really hungry. Although he hadn't eaten for a long time, he was now seriously injured. If he was a mortal, he quickly thanked him and took the food and wolfed it down.
The old man slowly sat on the edge of the bed, watched him eating, and exclaimed: "Little guy, you are so lucky. You can still eat a lot after suffering such serious internal injuries. It seems to be much better than I expected."
"Little Dao Ling, I still don't know your name, old man." Dao Ling grinned and smiled.
"My surname is Zhang. What's my name?" He thought for a while and sighed: "I almost forgot. I'm old and useless. I can't even remember my name."
"Then I'll call you Mr. Zhang." Dao Ling nodded, put the bowls and chopsticks beside the bed, and said, "Mr. Zhang, where is this place? Are you the only one at home?"
"I'm the only one left." Mr. Zhang sighed and said quietly: "This is Boundary Mountain!"
Boundary Mountain! Dao Ling was stunned for a while. He had never heard of this place. What area does the golden ancient cave lead to?
Dao Ling then thought about it and shuddered. Could this be the legendary Nine Realms? Could it be that the area the golden ancient cave leads to is the Nine Realms?
This made Daoling frightened for a while, and he asked: "Mr. Zhang, do you know what region Jieshan belongs to?"
Mr. Zhang pondered for a while and said, "People come here often, and they seem to have heard that this is some kind of boundless realm!"
Dao Ling was dumbfounded and his mouth was opening wide. He didn't expect to come directly to the Infinite Realm. How far is the Infinite Realm from the Tibetan Realm? He didn't know.
But even if he moved the god-level war boat, he couldn't cross it in just a few days. However, he managed to reach the Infinite Realm from the Golden Ancient Cave by relying on his own speed alone!
Dao Ling smiled bitterly. He originally went to find the Infinite Golden Body, but he unexpectedly came to the Nine Realms. This is really a trick of fate.
"Okay, kid, I won't tell you anymore. You lie here to recuperate, and I'll make you some chicken soup to recuperate!" Mr. Zhang patted the back of Dao Ling's hand, stood up and said.
"It's no trouble for Mr. Zhang, no trouble!" Dao Ling said quickly. He could see that Mr. Zhang was just a mortal and his life span was not long. This old man lived alone on a mountain, and his life must not be good.
"It's okay, you can rest in peace and recuperate. Besides, we finally have a guest, so I can entertain you well." Mr. Zhang smiled, looking very good-looking, and then left the hut and started killing chickens to make soup.
In this way, Dao Ling lives in Jieshan. He has been recovering from his injuries. According to his estimation, this kind of injury will not last for ten days and a half, and it is absolutely impossible to recover.
Fortunately, there were a lot of healing elixirs in his void bag, and the injuries were healed very quickly. After a few days, he was able to get out of bed and walk, which made Elder Zhang sigh that the young man was in good health.
During this period of time, Dao Ling has not left the Boundary Mountain. The golden ancient cave must lead to here, but what is the way back?
"What exactly is this Boundary Mountain?" Dao Ling was very confused and muttered to himself: "What is the connection with Wuliang Sect?"
He used a spatula to fiddle with the chicken in the pot, and soon the aroma of the meat wafted out, making Mr. Zhang beside him couldn't help laughing and said: "Dao Ling, it's not easy to know how to cook at such a young age."
"Hehe, I just studied it casually before. Mr. Zhang, as long as you can eat it."
Dao Ling chuckled, put the chicken on the plate, and when Mr. Zhang wasn't paying attention, he took out an elixir, made the liquid into it, and sprinkled it on the chicken.
After eating these chickens, Mr. Zhang's face became much rosier and his body became stronger, which made Dao Ling satisfied. He knew that it was almost impossible for Mr. Zhang to practice cultivation at his age, but Dao Ling helped him recuperate and he was still alive.
There are still no problems after decades.
"Mr. Zhang, I see that you live in the mountains all day long, eating only wild vegetables and home-raised chickens, ducks and fish. Have you never left Jieshan?" Dao Ling was a little curious.
"It's been a long time since I've been down the mountain." Mr. Zhang was lying on the deck chair, sniffing at the sun, and said leisurely: "I'm already old, but I can't compare to young people like you. The next time I go up the mountain, I'll kill you, by the way.
, are you going down the mountain?"
"Mr. Zhang, to be honest, I'm going to leave after recovering from my injuries." Dao Ling nodded and said, "Mr. Zhang, it's boring for you to live here and go up the mountain. Why don't you come down the mountain with me."
"That's not possible. This Boundary Mountain was handed down from our ancestors. Unless I die, I have to guard it all the time." Mr. Zhang laughed loudly: "Otherwise, my ancestors will not let me go."
"Mr. Zhang, what's so good about guarding this mountain?" Dao Ling was speechless.
"You don't understand this. This mountain is not easy to guard. You will understand later." Mr. Zhang smiled.
Dao Ling smacked his mouth. In his eyes, this mountain was just ordinary, not a treasure.
"Mr. Zhang, have you ever seen a cultivator?" Dao Ling said.
"I've seen a lot of them. People come here often." Mr. Zhang said mysteriously: "Just wait, there will probably be practitioners coming here soon."
Dao Ling was confused for a while, come here? Is this mountain so attractive?
But then Dao Ling's eyes suddenly shrank, and he suddenly looked up into the distance. He saw three shadows stepping forward with extraordinary momentum, stepping on the void, and the target was clearly the Boundary Mountain!