Chapter 82: White Bone Pass

"Control!"
"Mountain!"
"River!"
At this moment, Wei Cheng dared not hesitate. The internal energy of Mountain Shifting surged through his body. As the Immovable Golden Bell was crushed, he exhaled sharply and roared three times in quick succession!

The terrifying waves of sound became three layers of sonic explosions, rampaging and slicing in all directions. In that instant, countless rotting flesh and bones were overturned, but more decaying flesh, bones, and corpse fluids surged down like a torrential river.

Against this, the triple sonic boom was utterly useless—a mere fart in the face of a storm, instantly swallowed up and erased.

It was as if they truly intended to bury him alive.

Wei Cheng felt a flicker of anxiety, but under the influence of his mental fortress, he became as calm and steadfast as a mountain. The Mountain Shifting Visualization floated into his mind; internal energy transformed into mountain winds and flowing waters—endless, ceaseless, cycling in perpetuity.

Wei Cheng continued to roar, each shout creating new waves of sound that blasted apart the rotting flesh and bones, granting him the barest space to move. At the same time, his mental power radiated out, searching for a vital weakness in his enemy.

Yet this corpse mountain was extraordinary, nearly undefeatable. The endless waves of decaying flesh, bones, and corpse-ooze crashed over him relentlessly, uncaring about being destroyed or attacked. Their only purpose was to bury him alive, nothing more.

Wei Cheng’s shouts allowed him to maintain a meager space of a few cubic meters around him. Escape was impossible; the corpse mountain moved as swiftly as quicksand.

The only comfort was that, having refined the Mountain Shifting Visualization to seventy percent, his body's mysterious world now allowed his internal energy to cycle through eight ranges. This naturally generated the force of mountain winds and flowing water, which in turn condensed into the sounds of dragons and tigers roaring.

So now, scattering the corpse mountain with his shouts consumed very little energy—gone were the days when each roar drained him. He felt he could keep shouting until dawn.

But in truth, he had less than an hour, for the fourth wave of the Shadow Curse was coming. Then, the balance would tip—the corpse mountain would mutate and evolve further, while his strength would be even more severely suppressed.

"Wait—the bones..."

Minutes passed before Wei Cheng, through his mental power and steady mind, finally discovered a flaw.

Despite seeming like an unsolvable flow of quicksand, this corpse mountain was physically limited in size. To form a mountain hundreds of meters high, it required some force or physical support.

"So, the moving parts are just flesh and corpse-ooze. The real support comes from the bones!"

Realizing this, Wei Cheng locked his mental senses onto the bones, quickly finding them to be extraordinary—thick with evil and uncanny energy.

He tried to target them with his roars, but even his most powerful sonic blasts could only flip them gleefully; they remained completely unscathed. Physical attacks were futile. Surrounded by flesh and ooze, the bones slipped away like eels in a river—even the Immovable Golden Bell could not pin them down.

Thus, for all his skills and pride as the strongest Mountain Shifter in the district, Wei Cheng was helpless before this corpse mountain.

"It seems only one method remains."

He roared, "Open up!"

Wei Cheng suddenly accelerated, roaring thunderously toward one direction and charging forward, drawing a mass of bones in his wake.

Indeed, the corpse mountain’s structure and rapid movement relied on these bones, acting like the transmission of a gearbox.

"The Way of Non-contention!"

Seizing his chance, Wei Cheng unleashed his trump card—the Mountain Shifting Visualization surged forth, a mighty river rolling through the land. In an instant, all bones within thirty meters were paralyzed, unable to roll or intertwine with the flesh.

He had created a vacuum.

Without hesitation, Wei Cheng unleashed his internal energy, his roar shattering the flesh and bones within this thirty-meter zone.

At the same time, the small wine cup appeared in his hand. He poured immense internal energy into it, then with all his strength, hurled it upward. He sprinted outward, roaring as he ran, until he’d exited the wine cup’s predicted area of effect.

Suddenly, brilliant golden light shot out, and layers of golden talismans formed from the radiance. A massive pulling force spread outward like a vortex, with the unimposing little wine cup at its heart, now blazing like an unbearable sun.

The vortex spun rapidly.

In a single second, its diameter reached fifty meters! The suction force was at least several million jin.

Even though Wei Cheng had prepared, he was nearly pulled back. Only by instantly summoning the Immovable Golden Bell and anchoring himself inside did he barely escape.

At the same time, countless rotting flesh, bones, and corpse fluids were drawn helplessly into the vortex’s terrifying force. It might not consume the entire corpse mountain, but a third of it was easily dragged in.

Just two seconds—only two!

The Immovable Golden Bell slammed down, as Wei Cheng’s internal energy could support it no longer. That was already a remarkable feat.

A deep hum rang out, echoing as the bell struck the ground, making the earth itself bounce.

The Immovable Golden Bell exploded apart, launching Wei Cheng into the air before he crashed back down.

A flash of golden light—where the awe-inspiring, earthquake-causing Immovable Golden Bell had just stood, now only the harmless little wine cup remained. Yet within the area it had covered, not a scrap of flesh, ooze, or bone could be found.

Crucially, the bones were gone. Without their support, the rotting flesh could not hold together.

Wei Cheng’s prediction had been correct! There was no shortage of flesh or corpse water, but the mutated, usurping demon stronghold’s core was those invisible skeletal frames.

Even though the area that had been sealed was minuscule compared to the entire stronghold, half the bones had been crushed within it!

Now, without Wei Cheng needing to act further, a miraculous scene unfolded. The rotting flesh still writhed, the corpse water still surged, still trying to drown him under some will’s command, but the initial pressure was gone. Even if they managed to cover him, the mountain of flesh could only reach a few meters high before collapsing under its own weight.

The lack of critical bones made the corpse mountain crippled.

Now it was simple for Wei Cheng. Putting aside any revulsion, he no longer needed to summon the Immovable Golden Bell—he merely generated a protective bell barrier around himself, then, with fists clenched, blasted apart the flesh and ooze with minimal energy, smashing the skeletal frames with his bare hands.

Only now did it show—his body was no longer even remotely human in strength, harder than iron hammers, breaking a bone every two punches.

As the skeletons dwindled, the movement of the flesh and corpse fluids grew weaker, until they finally dissolved into a pool of stinking liquid and dispersed in all directions, fading from existence.

By now, only half an hour remained until the eruption of the fourth wave of the Shadow Curse.

Fortunately, the Immortal of the Trial played fair. As the final bone was smashed by Wei Cheng, a towering, unprecedented stone tablet for imparting skills descended from the heavens, shimmering with divine light.

This stage—was unlike any before.