Chapter 110: This Must Be Mutual Consent

Xuanyuan Ji remained silent as a powerful surge of soul energy suddenly burst forth from within him. The golden Bagua diagram in the void blazed with dazzling light.

The void tore open a rift, as if the very heavens were being rent asunder.

Everyone was stunned, speechless at the scene before them—words could not do it justice.

This was the teleportation array Xuanyuan Ji had forcibly established within the formation using his soul power.

“Young master!” Wuyan called out with silent concern.

This entire trip to Weiyun Mountain had drained so much of the young master’s soul energy—it was truly a pity! A pity that made him want to scratch at the walls in frustration.

“Wuyan, you stay behind.”

With that, Xuanyuan Ji stepped alone into the rift, his figure vanishing instantly.

Everything returned to normal.

Yet everyone remained wide-eyed, unable to regain their composure for a long while.

...

As they reached beneath the suspension bridge, the group was stunned by the sight before them.

“Heavens, look! Is that... the sky?”

“The sky?”

Since arriving at Weiyun Mountain, the sky had been a dull, gray haze—there was no sense of open sky at all, as if a great shroud covered it.

But standing on the bridge and looking down, they saw a bottomless abyss that resembled an endless night sky. Faint mist-like clouds and countless stars shimmered in the vast expanse below.

It was identical to the night sky outside—perhaps even clearer and more luminous.

“It really is the sky!”

“Could it be that the mists have finally dispersed?”

After only a moment’s gaze, a dizzying sensation washed over them.

“It’s an illusion!” Ji Yin immediately warned everyone.

“Don’t look down! Cross this bridge at once!” Ji Yun shouted loudly.

Illusions could disorient the mind and cause grave consequences.

Suddenly, someone toppled directly off the bridge.

Then another followed.

Ji Yin grabbed Mo Chuan and dashed forward.

Ji Yun quickly reacted, grabbing those beside him. “Move! Hurry!”

Though most were now clear-headed, some still swayed dangerously toward the abyss beneath the bridge.

“Grab him!” Ji Yun leapt forward, seizing two people and throwing another toward others.

Ji Yin ran fastest; she had no time to rescue others, nor the strength. Her only goal was to hold onto the one who knew how to cook.

Mo Chuan’s thoughts remained hazy until they passed the bridge, when clarity fully returned. Looking back, chaos still reigned on the bridge.

Some remained trapped in the illusion, others desperately trying to save them.

...

Mo Chuan saw someone plummet straight down, his heart tightening sharply.

Suddenly, he felt Ji Yin’s hand gripping his tightly, stirring an indescribable feeling within him.

“Thank you, Seventh Young Master, for saving my life.”

“How do you intend to thank me? Be specific,” Ji Yin said suddenly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“How would Seventh Young Master like to be thanked?”

“Perhaps, by giving yourself to me?”

“Cough, cough!” Mo Chuan suddenly spluttered.

“Just kidding! Don’t be nervous. I don’t like forcing things—it has to be mutual.”

Mo Chuan: …

“I promised to protect you, so I intend to keep that promise!” Ji Yin smiled as she withdrew her hand and headed toward the bridgehead. “Mo Gongzi, stay right here and don’t move. I’ll pull up those still coming onto the bridge.”

“All right,” Mo Chuan replied softly.

Watching Ji Yin’s back, he slowly raised the hand she had just pulled, a faint smile curling at his lips.

Finally, everyone made it safely across the bridge, still shaken to their core.

No one understood how they had been so disoriented on the bridge, their minds ensnared by illusion, as if the world spun wildly and they were helplessly falling downward.