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Charlie was acutely aware that his pursuit was not of Morgana herself, but rather the enigmatic destination she
sought.
After unveiling the portrait of Morvel Bazin, Morgana promptly silenced the Warriors Den. Her fear was palpable,
yet her urgency drove her alone to China, to the secluded Shiwan Mountain. It was a testament to her dire
predicament.
Charlie suspected that Morgana’s quest likely revolved around the secrets left behind by Morvel Bazin, perhaps
even the elusive secret of immortality, hinted at by Gideon in the past. With this conviction, he resolved to follow
her into the heart of the Shiwan Mountains, regardless of the potential reward, as it wouldn’t add to his risk and
held the promise of answers.
Within the depths of the Shiwan Mountains, Morgana resembled a martial arts heroine, gracefully gliding through
the treetops, effortlessly traversing the rugged terrain. The ordinary world below felt like a level playing field to her,
even as she ventured deeper into the wilderness.
As she distanced herself from the highway and ventured further into the mountains, she realized that little had
changed in these mountains over the past three centuries. The verdant hills remained untouched and desolate.
With the memories of yesteryear guiding her, Morgana continued her journey through the mountains, progressing
seamlessly even as the night’s darkness shrouded her surroundings. Moonlight and starlight struggled to penetrate
the thick canopy, and rising humidity veiled the terrain in an eerie mist.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNavigating this inhospitable landscape was challenging for mere mortals, but Morgana seemed immune to its perils.
She moved resolutely through the darkness and fog, while creatures of all kinds scurried away in her presence,
yearning to avoid her.
After nearly half an hour in the mist, Morgana reached the depths of a low valley. Here, the fog grew denser, and
the air hung heavy with moisture, saturating it to the point of producing water droplets. The valley’s low elevation
trapped moisture and carbon dioxide, rendering the oxygen content dangerously low.
What made it even more treacherous was the presence of toxic gases, akin to methane, released by rotting trees
and swamps over countless years. These compounds had combined to create a toxic miasma lethal to all living
creatures.
Despite the inherent dangers of this place, Morgana remained undaunted, even growing more excited. She
ventured deeper into the toxic fog, holding her breath as nausea washed over her.
At the valley’s nadir, enveloped in inky darkness, Morgana’s senses expanded, rendering the surroundings vividly
clear. In this abyss, her gaze fell upon a multitude of massive stone pillars, each measuring five to six meters in
height and two to three meters in width.
Though they appeared natural and untouched, the sheer number of stone pillars and their haphazard arrangement
suggested deliberate intent. Someone had collected and placed them here with purpose.
Morgana, far from surprised, caressed the stones with a reverent touch.
In a hushed tone, she whispered, “Master, senior, Morgana has returned.”
She ventured deeper into the stone forest, her steps guided by the ancient Nine Palaces and Bagua array set up by
her master, Morvel Bazin. This enigmatic formation concealed its exit from those unfamiliar with its secrets.
Outsiders could only break the formation by destroying all the stone pillars, an act that would alert Morvel Bazin
before they succeeded. If their assailant proved more formidable, he could use the formation’s size and the pillars’
density to gain the upper hand and escape.
Morvel Bazin had hidden within this formation for centuries, and no one had ever breached its defenses, except for
Morgana and her senior, Lucius. Now, returning to this place, Morgana followed a familiar route, deftly navigating
the labyrinthine stone forest.
After several rounds of travel, she abruptly shifted her course, revealing the exit of the Bagua Array, an artificial
stone archway. The stone gate bore engraved couplets in wild cursive calligraphy.
The first couplet spoke of eight centuries spent in seclusion, while the second alluded to nearly a millennium among
the stars and the moon.
These ordinary verses concealed an extraordinary question within their horizontal lines, “Can I live forever?”
Morgana gazed upon these words with familiarity.
She mused, “Master, what is immortality? Five hundred years or a thousand? You lived a millennium, changing your
name, but could three centuries of cultivation not defy death? Is there a path in this world to transcend the bounds
of mortality?”
A sardonic smile played on her lips as she shook her head. “I’m overthinking it. How could you have known the
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmanswer? If you had, you wouldn’t have perished three centuries ago.”
With that, Morgana pushed the stone door ajar, revealing a chamber of roughly forty square meters. She
recognized this place well, where she and Lucius had once meditated, where dried bloodstains bore witness to the
moment she had plunged her sword into his heart.
Morgana’s thoughts drifted as she touched the centuries-old bloodstains.
She whispered, “Lucius, the memory of thrusting that sword into your heart still haunts me. If you had acquiesced
then, could we have been spared these three centuries of separation? With our combined
might, perhaps we could have expelled rebels long ago, claiming dominion over this world together. It’s my fault
alone, you could not foresee the future, nor the pleasures it might bring.”
With a sigh, she murmured, “Everything before me appears unchanged from three centuries past, except for your
dried blood, proof that none has ventured here in all that time.”
Her brow furrowed as she pondered, “So the person who unveiled the portrait of Master has never been here. The
Jagoan couple hasn’t been here either. So who is this person? Where did Bruce and his wife unearth the secret of
immortality?”
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