Chapter 596: Chapter 548: Beiyuan Forest_3

“Although I’m severely injured and find it difficult to move, I still have to trouble you, Master Si, to escort me a little way.”

The night was dim and obscure, clouds obscuring the moon, under the heavy eaves, shadows were dark and deep.

The location on the invitation was in a desolate Guliang Garden, cold leaves swaying, the silvery moon casting its light, and dark blue mountains in the distance like the sea, inevitably giving rise to a boundless, majestic, and ancient charm.

At the third watch of the night, everything was utterly silent.

What an odd time for a meeting.

Everywhere was permeated with a strange quietness, around the outskirts of the garden, it was filled with numerous clusters of pure white fragrant flowers, luminous and exquisitely beautiful, the plants gracefully blooming cluster after cluster, flowering profusely through the night, not resting until they had spread out for three miles.

Within these three miles, all were flowers of a nocturnal dream.

Lights were bright in the houses of the garden, through the thin window screens, one could faintly see three figures.

But approaching that particular house would mean crossing this sea of white flowers.

Baili An stopped and looked at the sea of flowers with a thoughtful expression.

Ning Feiyan’s figure did not pause, walking leisurely ahead, soon her figure blurred amidst the flowers.

Baili An frowned, thinking that this sea of flowers clearly was unusual, considering her severe injuries at the moment, why would she walk into it unguarded.

Was it because one of the people inside the house was her mother?

He didn’t hesitate to think for long; Baili An quickly followed her into the flowers, quietly saying, “There’s something odd about this place.”

Ning Feiyan turned and smiled at him, her lips pale and drawn, making her look like a flower close to wilting.

She said, “Since we have come, let’s be at ease. Matters of this world generally hinge on life and death together. Just a few days ago, when I left the Xuanting Cave Dwelling, I thought I had gained a chance to resolve this life-threatening crisis and seized a huge opportunity amid danger, but little did I imagine, the Death Realm is right before me.”

“Thinking about it, the bizarre and dangerous perhaps also conceal unexpected surprises.”

Ning Feiyan could not see through the mystery hidden in this situation, but she knew, her mother who came from Beiyuan Forest did not have the capability to engage in such eerie tricks.

Behind her, Baili An followed closely, yet the atmosphere between the two grew eerily distant, as if suddenly separated into two different worlds.

Wind passed over the treetops, in a flickering floating light among the blooms, thick fog emerged, obscuring or revealing, only allowing the rough outlines of the surrounding scenery to be discerned.

The lingering mist of flowers did not dissipate, ethereal like smoke, Ning Feiyan’s slender, graceful figure gradually swallowed by the cold white color of the fog, and then she was no longer visible.

Baili An narrowed his eyes but was not panicked.

Until Ning Feiyan’s presence completely disappeared, and the crescent moon in the sky somehow changed into a full moon.

He still found himself in a sea of pristine white flowers, only the elegant garden ahead had disappeared without a trace.

Baili An walked slowly to the end of the flower sea; beyond it was a forest overgrown with weeds.

Cold light, silver gleams, and moonlight reflected on each other, casting this vast eerie night forest in an enchanting and mysterious light.

The forest was dense, with rocky veins and undulating ridges, this was definitely not a scene that should exist in Royal City of the Ming Continent.

Baili An stopped, turned back to look at the depths of the blossom-filled area, his brow furrowed in thought, and suddenly, he drew out his Autumnwater Sword, firmly grasping it in his hand, and fiercely cut across his palm.

No pain was felt.

This meant that everything he was experiencing—seeing, hearing, feeling, understanding—was illusory and false.

But if Ning Feiyan’s mother had truly sought something, why set such a complicated maze to trouble her?

Unless… the person who sent that raft-shaped invitation was not her mother.

Then where was this place of illusory scenes he was seeing right now?

Just as this thought flitted through Baili An’s mind, and as he turned around again, a huge ancient stele mysteriously erected itself in front of him.

The inscription on the stele read: Beiyuan Forest.