CHAPTER 142: CHAPTER 141: YIN-YANG REVERSAL, NIGHT PARADE OF HUNDRED DEMONS

Beimang Mountain’s fame rose quickly, and faded just as swiftly.

In just three days, everyone seemed to have completely forgotten about the existence of Beimang Mountain.

Only the people of the areas surrounding Luo City would remember things about Beimang Mountain upon seeing it, but once their gaze shifted, they would forget it all completely.

Whether online or in reality, the traces of Beimang Mountain could no longer be found.

Just when it seemed like everything would end there, the cloud mist originally confined within Beimang Mountain began to show signs of spreading to the outside world.

Deep within the Spirit Vein, beside Lu Yan sat a Spiritual Energy Fission Battery. The enormous battery roared as it unleashed Spiritual Energy into the outside world.

Meanwhile, Lu Yan sat cross-legged, conducting breathing exercises, absorbing and converting all Spiritual Energy into Magical Power, and began casting the Cloud Mist Technique once more.

Previously, Lu Yan’s Magical Power at the twelfth level of Qi Cultivation was comparable to the Foundation Establishment Stage, able to spread the mist within an eight-kilometer radius.

Now, with the use of the Spiritual Energy Fission Battery, Lu Yan could maximally replenish his expended Magical Power to enhance the effect of the Cloud Mist Technique.

This time, the target for the mist’s expansion was no longer just the small area of Beimang Mountain but rather the city of Luo beyond it!

A fog much thinner than before began spreading rapidly towards the outside world, the white wave sweeping with a mountain and sea-like momentum soon engulfed the outskirts of Luo City, with a large number of residents engulfed by the mist without noticing.

Contrary to all residents’ expectations, there was no danger within the mist.

Even some severely ill individuals found their suffering alleviated by inhaling the fine particles visible to the naked eye.

The entire city of Luo hazily appeared and disappeared under the guise of the mist, resembling a cloud city out of myth and legend.

Such a miraculous sight naturally aroused public curiosity, with many people capturing and uploading the scenes around Luo City online, only to have their accounts restricted and banned immediately.

With this, not only Beimang Mountain, but any information regarding the great mist over Luo City became unsearchable online.

If the residents of Luo City were still under perception alteration, that would be one thing, but the problem was that the mist had reached their doorsteps, and even altered perception couldn’t forcibly erase the original memories.

In a low-energy world, such widespread cognitive manipulation is ultimately limited, as it does not directly delete memories or change thoughts.

Luo City’s citizens began to realize something was amiss and tried to voice their concerns online.

But what awaited them was nothing but account silencing and banning.

The entire city of Luo seemed to become an isolated island on the internet, leaving the residents bewildered.

However, this was merely the beginning.

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Dusk was setting in as Ji Xingyao finished her day’s filming activities and headed home.

At this moment, Ji Xingyao was dressed in the most ordinary white jacket paired with jeans, the simple attire outlining her graceful body curves, her long hair draped casually over her shoulders, but a black mask concealed her face.

Her gaze swept over the scenery of Luo City, where the fog limited visibility to just over ten meters, and from afar, only the sporadic lights from the buildings could be seen.

In such an environment, even vehicles on the roads were few, many citizens either temporarily moving out of Luo City or staying home, unwilling to wander outside, making the world appear vast and quiet.

Ji Xingyao was not fearful, instead finding enjoyment in the feeling of walking through the mist, as if something hidden deep within the mist was drawing her in.

However, she didn’t venture recklessly, restraining the impulse in her heart as she pondered another matter in her mind.

Since receiving an activity plan from Lu Yan, Ji Xingyao successfully regained many fans through a video campaign, with the video’s popularity soaring, drawing Qingwu Group’s attention.

But soon, Lu Yan disappeared, and Ji Xingyao couldn’t find someone as excellent at planning activities as Lu Yan, so the initial popularity gained couldn’t be maintained.

Fortunately, the current situation had far surpassed those initial low points, allowing her to maintain a barely acceptable level.

The only thing that irked Ji Xingyao was that her former rival, Su Yan, seemed to have gotten acquainted with a big shot, now constantly shooting luxury consumption videos in upscale hotels, promoting her status as a socialite and attracting a large following.

If this continued, she might catch up to her peak period.

Ji Xingyao didn’t want to be overshadowed by Su Yan again, but to truly return to the peak, she’d need to start with Lu Yan.

Kicking a pebble at her feet, Ji Xingyao mumbled with some frustration:

"Lu Yan, Lu Yan! Where on earth have you gone?"

And just at that moment, a gentle breeze blew from the depths of the mist, carrying with it an inexplicable chill, not from the cold of temperature, but a starkness that reached the soul.

Ji Xingyao shivered involuntarily, unable to say why she felt discomforted.

The stray cats on the street raised their fur, letting out piercing cries, and even the stray dogs hurried into the alleys.

In the depths of Ji Xingyao’s heart, an unease was growing stronger.

From the direction of the suburbs came the sound of war drums, at first barely discernible, but gradually the beating got closer, interspersed with what seemed like ancient battlefield cries and shouts.

In the gray-white mist, incomplete military formations began to emerge.

Armor-clad soldiers holding spears advanced with the ghostly wind, the clanking of their armor echoed throughout the silent city. Some soldiers had broken arrows stuck in them, some generals had blood-stained chests, yet they still held high their torn banners.

They marched in formation down the main boulevard of the city, advancing towards its center.

Ji Xingyao was thunderstruck, suddenly recalling the legends of Beimang Mountain she had heard recently.

"The souls of the ancient battlefield of Beimang Mountain!"

Just as Ji Xingyao was stunned by the scene before her, the door of a supermarket beside her suddenly opened, and a hand reached out from the store, pulling her in.

"Young lady, why are you still standing outside?"

Looking around, Ji Xingyao realized it was an older lady who had dragged her into the supermarket, now cautiously watching the ghostly army on the street, not daring to take a breath.

Not just the older lady, but over twenty customers had gathered inside the supermarket, half fearful, half curious, peering through the door at the ancient army.

And amidst the gaps of this ancient military formation, spirits of the modern city quietly emerged as well.

White-collar workers in suits carrying briefcases floated expressionlessly through the air, with deep dark circles under their eyes that refused to fade despite being spirits.

The souls of young girls playing on their phones emitted a ghostly light, with a steel pipe running through one of their chests, yet oblivious to everything around.

In the middle of the road, spirits of traffic accident victims continuously repeated the evasive maneuvers just before their deaths.

By the hospital, souls in patient gowns continued queueing in an endless line.

The spirits of two timelines mingled in the mist, yet did not interfere with each other.

Inside the supermarket, an old lady’s vegetable basket suddenly fell, her expression a mix of delight and fear.

Her lips quivered, staring fixedly at a spirit in a hospital gown, whispering:

"Old... old husband!"

In an instant, ancient tales resurfaced in Ji Xingyao’s heart.

The reversal of Yin and Yang, Night Parade of Hundred Demons!