Chapter 67.1

Mi Ao led a mighty team on the winding Folia Mountain Road, which was famous for its thrills. The road was narrow and slippery, only wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

One misstep could result in a fatal fall from the cliff, or being crushed into a bloody pulp by stepping on air.

They had passed through the Diaspora earlier, hoping to buy some vultures for transportation. However, the entire town was deserted, as if everyone had vanished overnight. The once-lively and dangerous place where fish and dragons mingled was now eerily silent, leaving Mi Ao and her team feeling uneasy.

It was not difficult to imagine that the people of the Diaspora had also been bewitched by the mysterious voice. Perhaps they were now wandering aimlessly through the empty streets, unaware of their true purpose.

Mi Ao and her team pressed on, their hearts heavy with dread. They knew that the road ahead would be dangerous, but they had no choice but to continue.

The shed where the vultures were kept was still stirring. Mi Ao led her people over to investigate, only to find that most of the vultures had been taken away by the people of the Diaspora, leaving only a small number behind.

Mi Ao left money in the trough and sent people to bring out the remaining vultures. He had the injured members of his team, who were unable to walk, sit on the vultures. This was the only way they could maintain their pace and reach Folia Mountain Road within a day.

Beyond Folia Mountain Road, the mountainous area was dotted with towering peaks. Two more mountains to cross, and they would reach Silent Valley.

The team pressed on, barely maintaining their pace as they made their way towards Folia Mountain Road. The road was narrow and treacherous, and the slightest misstep could result in a fatal fall.

"Be careful," Mi Ao shouted to the people behind him. "This is the most dangerous section of the road. Don't rush it. If we can cross Mount Folia, there will be no danger behind. We can speed up then."

The team continued on, their hearts pounding in their chests. The vulture they were riding was in a bit of pain, and Mi Ao had to be careful not to jostle it too much.

The team trudged up the mountain, their progress slowed by the constant threat of falling rocks. The sharp edges of the stones had already injured several people, and Mi Ao knew that it was only a matter of time before someone was seriously hurt.

As they neared the halfway point, the sky suddenly darkened. Mi Ao looked up in surprise. "The sun was just out there," he muttered. "Why did it get so cloudy all of a sudden?"

His question was answered moments later, as the sky was completely obscured by black clouds. The clouds billowed and rolled, like a great beast approaching from the distance.

It was now well past noon, but the sky was as dark as night. Mi Ao felt a deep sense of unease.

This was not just a normal storm. This was something else. Something dark and foreboding.

The vultures reared up on their hind legs, neighing loudly and flapping their huge wings in agitation. Some of them even took a few steps back, causing the team behind them to scramble to get out of the way.

One person even accidentally stepped on the ground and almost fell off the mountain road, but was fortunately caught by the people next to them.

"We can't waste any more time here," Mi Ao said, raising her hand and making a gesture to move on. She was determined to leave the mountain road as soon as possible.

Nevertheless, when he made the gesture, only some of the people followed him and moved. The others remained rooted to the spot, their faces pale with fear.

Mio could understand their fear. The vultures were clearly agitated, and their behavior was unpredictable. However, he knew that they had to leave the mountain road as soon as possible. If they stayed there any longer, they would be in danger.

"We have to go," he said, his voice firm. "The vultures are only getting more agitated. If we don't leave now, we'll be trapped here."

The people behind shouted, "Your Excellency! I can't go, what should I do?"

They were coaxing and coaxing the vultures, trying to make them move a little bit. However, the vultures seemed extremely disturbed and kicked their hooves.

Mi Ao instinctively felt that they could not waste even a second. He immediately ordered firmly, "Everyone get off the horse! Those in front and behind are injured on their backs and cannot walk. We have to get out of here as soon as possible."

A few minutes ago, Mi Ao had still been saying "no rush at this moment." But now, he had to slap himself in the face and urge them to hurry.

The soldiers also felt the weirdness of the weather and did not dare to delay any longer. They immediately carried the wounded on their backs, carefully walked around the vultures, and hurried forward close to the mountain wall.

However, before they had taken a few steps, a gust of wind blew close to the mountain wall. The wind was not only sudden and strange, but it also carried some granular things that stung the face with coldness.

"This is... snow?!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed one after another.

It was strange enough that it was snowing in the summer, but they were also heading south, not north! How could there be snow particles suddenly?!

Everyone belatedly felt the abnormal icy air in the mountain wind, and they were all shocked.

"Let's go! We have to—" Mi Ao was interrupted by a rustling sound in the distance. He turned his head to look at the voice, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Without looking back, she shouted, "Wait! Get down!! Everyone! Get down immediately!"

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As Mi Ao and his team were trapped on Folia Mountain Road, the ice and snow temple on Mirror Island fell into a deathly silence.

Melo broke the silence with a thunderous clap. He raised his hand and slapped the void, causing a huge pillar in the corner to explode in half.

Shards of ice sprayed everywhere, and snow mist rose instantly, making the temperature in the temple even colder.

The people who were kneeling on the ground were already shivering uncontrollably. Even the gentle white light that Kevin attached to them could not offset all the coldness.

Melo's eyes were cold and indifferent as he looked at the people kneeling on the ground. "You have all failed me," he said. "Now, you will pay the price."

In the vast hall, only Kevin, who stood with his shoulders back, Oswald, who was fearless towards Melo, and Sinia, who lay in Kevin's arms with her eyes wide open and a little dazed, dared to raise their heads.

The rest of the thousands of people were all terrified by the deterrent force of the gods.

Inside the half-cracked icicle, a seemingly ordinary old man curled up inside, his eyes closed. His whole body didn't even seem to be breathing, as if he was already dead, lying in a crystal vertical coffin.