I flicked my fingers and activated the Gale Art, fleeing as the Taibai poem goes: "In ten steps, kill one man; a thousand miles, leave no trace. When deeds are done, brush off sleeves and depart, hiding fame and name."
Li Bai used hyperbole. Even in this game, Li Bai's skills were exaggerated, but mine was realism.
"One general's success is built on ten thousand bones' death," this line is more accurate.
Returning to the original route, I continued my journey.
Half an hour later, I finally saw the white sea. It turned out that this Three Yin Hall wasn't a seaside city but an island city, about two kilometers from the shore. Across the milky white sea, I could see from afar towering mountains on the opposite island. Many castles were built along the mountainside. Among them, the highest mountain had three peaks, each rising more than two thousand meters from sea level.
Imagine, at a distance of two kilometers, the mountain is two kilometers high. I would have to look up at a forty-five-degree angle to see the summit. That's how tall it was!
In the middle section of the three peaks, three human figures were carved out. These should be the three great Yin Marshals that Xie Bi'an mentioned. I wasn't sure who they were, but they were said to be ancient Yin Marshals, perhaps like Yao, Shun, and Yu, I didn't recognize them.
I continued to form seals with my fingers and crossed the sea. The sea beneath my feet felt like watered-down milk, translucent and soft. I wondered if fish lived in such a sea. They probably did. I had eaten underworld delicacies in Wusi City, and there was fish on the table. It was a fish with hard bones and few thorns, likely a sea fish, but it tasted dry and bland, like chewing wax.
After crossing the sea, this area might be deep within rebel territory, with no ongoing battles and not much defensive force. I smoothly passed through the gaps of several large castles and began to climb the middle mountain.
I climbed along the stone statue all the way to its neck. Here, I could see its chin, which was inverted. I estimated that even professional climbers like Zheng Bingbing would find it difficult to ascend. My Gale Art couldn't handle such a negative angle, so I had to take a detour. I climbed along the Yin Marshal's collar to his shoulder, then followed the curve of the shoulder upwards, leaping onto his ear. I maneuvered along his face from the side, finally entering the Yin Marshal's mouth.
It sounds easy, but just walking from his ear to his mouth took three hundred meters. This showed how enormous the Yin Marshal statue was, not an exaggeration by Xie Bi'an.
Inside the Yin Marshal's mouth, it felt as large as the dark port space at our Jinjiling base; we could have played a football match there.
I wasn't going to search in the dark throat. I immediately activated the Aura Sensing Technique and saw Xie Bi'an's aura. He was indeed in the throat.
"An'an, I'm here!" I shouted, the echo incredibly loud.
A moment later, Xie Bi'an emerged from the darkness, frowning, "Why are you so late?"
"Corresponding to the mortal world, what time is it?" I asked. I had my phone with me, but to save battery, I hadn't turned it on. Besides, time in the underworld might not be accurate for a phone; a mechanical watch would be better.
"It's half past twelve! Let's hurry!"
This meant I had wasted three hours in the Longmen City battle. That wasn't too bad.
"Where are we going?" I asked as Xie Bi'an pulled me, walking towards the Yin Marshal's throat.
"The Bridge of Helplessness. Don't you need to return to the mortal realm?"
"Then why are you leading me in here?" I asked, confused.
"The Bridge of Helplessness is inside."
"What?"
Without giving me a chance to protest, Xie Bi'an grabbed me and leaped. We began to slide down the Yin Marshal's tongue, like riding a waterslide. In this way, we were "eaten" by the Yin Marshal. The entrance was truly an "entrance."
It was pitch black. Even with my night vision, I couldn't see anything. I could only hold tightly onto Xie Bi'an's slender waist.
Fortunately, my clothes were thick enough that my pants weren't damaged.
We slid for about a minute. I felt we had reached the Yin Marshal's feet. The slope finally leveled out, and we slowly stopped. After a slight turn, the area before us opened up into a cave. Outside the cave was the sea again. We were indeed at the Yin Marshal's feet, but not on the front, rather the back. On the beach, there was a railway track, and in the distance on the sea, there was a patch of yellow mist.
I was all too familiar with this configuration. The yellow mist concealed the Bridge of Helplessness. I hadn't expected this portal between the yin and yang realms to be on the sea...