1695 They All Died　　

"If someone experienced enough failures and torment but can still live on, then their spirit must be very strong." Zhang Ruochen chuckled wryly.

Fairy Tianchu knew that this person must have some unspeakable story, so she didn't ask further. "Let's go up the mountain! The divine spring's mouth must be at the peak."

"The divine spring is in this ancient mountain?"

Zhang Ruochen was surprised and raised his head to look up.

The mountain before him was impossibly tall. Half of it was dark; the other half was majestic. It didn't look like the small hill from afar.

Fairy Tianchu looked up. "Look, purple mist is floating down from the peak."

The peak of the mountain was indeed shrouded in purple mist. The mist also scattered down.

"Fairy, didn't you say that there are runes left behind by gods here?" Zhang Ruochen asked. "What if we break in and activate the godly runes? Won't we die here?"