The area near the mountaintop fell silent, devoid of sound.
The three-headed creature paid no attention to Chu Feng, as if ignoring him.
Chu Feng understood that he was still far from the mountaintop, and they probably didn't consider him a threat, so they didn't care, allowing him to stand below.
These were three extraordinary creatures with spiritual awareness.
Chu Feng decided to go down the mountain. Although he was very curious about the small tree rooted in the bronze mountain and wanted to understand it, the place was too dangerous for him, and he could lose his life at any moment.
The fragrance became more intense, wafting from the bronze mountain.
The mastiff moved, swift as lightning, leaping over the boulders and then climbing the steep mountain face, rushing straight to the summit.
A black yak over ten feet long, with a glossy black body and intimidating, thick horns, stepped forward at a steady pace, following behind.
It walked steadily, choosing the side with soil and rocks, and managed to climb the perilous bronze mountain.
The fierce bird in mid-air, resembling gold, had even more brilliant feathers, with golden eyes. It descended, approaching the cliff, and gazed at the small tree.
As Chu Feng was about to retreat, the fragrance intensified several times over, and the flower bud was about to bloom.
Although there was some distance, Chu Feng clearly heard the sound of the flower opening. A silver-white flower bud, the size of a fist, at the top of the small tree, blossomed a petal.
The flower opening made a sound!
The fragrance was overwhelming, more intense than before, with a special charm that was intoxicating.
In an instant, the three creatures rushed to the edge of the cliff, standing close, nervously watching and sniffing the fragrance intensely, as if swallowing it in large gulps.
Chu Feng turned around and saw this scene, which left him stunned by their strange behavior.
The three creatures were almost unable to hold back, each wanting to attack the others, displaying terrifying savagery.
Continuous soft sounds came as the silver-white petals continued to bloom, accompanied by a misty white fog and a crystalline glow. The flower opening made a sound, and the fragrance was ten times more intense!
Chu Feng was truly alarmed. What kind of flower was this? The fragrance was so alluring that he couldn't resist the urge to turn back and rush to the mountaintop.
At the top of the three-foot-tall small tree, the fist-sized silver-white flower fully bloomed, emitting a white mist that spread over the bronze cliff, making it look like a fairyland.
The petals had golden spots that glowed, shining like stars in the mist, dazzling and radiant.
The scene was magnificent and captivating.
The three creatures had been waiting for this moment, for it to mature!
They fought fiercely, colliding violently, their claws slashing through the air, releasing their primal savagery, each wanting to possess the unique flower.
The black yak's steps shook the mountaintop, displaying immense strength.
In mid-air, the golden bird spread its large claws, colliding with the rough horns of the yak, the sound deafening.
The mastiff growled, a deep, rumbling sound like thunder.
The three creatures fought, attacking each other, vying for the blooming flower.
During this process, they also sniffed intensely, desperately trying to capture the fragrance.
The bronze mountaintop was shrouded in white mist, with golden spots shimmering, like a small sea of stars glowing in the mist, extremely mysterious and beautiful.
They touched the greenish tree, and the mastiff's large paw grazed the flower.
A strong wind blew, and the golden bird dove, clashing with the yak, its sharp claws aiming to tear it apart.
Earlier, they hadn't attacked each other due to mutual fear, but now, with the flower blooming, they were willing to fight to the death, regardless of the consequences!
As the golden bird flapped its wings, a few petals fell from under the yak's large paw, carried by the wind down the bronze mountain.
The mountain was extremely steep, and the petals, wrapped in white mist, quickly fell towards Chu Feng.
He reached out and caught one, the fragrance so intense that it almost made him drunk. Upon closer inspection, the inner side of the petal with golden spots had a crystalline layer.
A layer of pollen was stuck to it, shimmering.
Chu Feng extended his hand and caught four petals in succession. Two had a slightly lighter fragrance because they had only a little pollen, while the other two were intensely fragrant, with a dense, crystalline layer that was so intense it couldn't be dispersed.
The three creatures on the bronze mountaintop glanced down, their eyes cold, and then resumed their fierce battle, vying for the petals that hadn't fallen.
Seeing this, Chu Feng clenched the petals.
However, he soon noticed something unusual. The petals in his palm were no longer moist but felt withered. He opened his hand and found that the crystalline layer on the four petals had disappeared, and the petals had dried up!
In an instant, they had lost their luster, their vitality, and turned yellow.
With a slight force, one of the petals crumbled into pieces.
Chu Feng was stunned. He threw away the remaining three dried petals and shouted towards the mountaintop, "Here, take them back."
Then, he decisively turned and rushed down the mountain.
Although he was eager to escape, he couldn't help but ponder why the four petals had withered in his hand so quickly. This change was very strange!
Passing by the copper house and the bronze stele, he didn't stop, determined to get down the mountain quickly. The terrain gradually became less steep, allowing him to speed up.
It took a long time, and by the time Chu Feng reached the foot of the mountain, the sun had already set in the west.
Fortunately, the three extraordinary creatures hadn't followed him down and were still fighting on the mountaintop.
Chu Feng was drenched in sweat. Such intense exercise on such a high mountain had left him exhausted, even with his good physical condition.
He was so tired that he sat at the foot of the mountain, panting heavily. For a long time, he could still hear his heart pounding. He gulped down water.
Looking back at the mountain, it truly seemed mysterious.
The Western King's bronze stele, the mysterious copper house, and the bronze mountain—was the interior of the mountain really made of copper?
If possible, he really wanted to peel back the soil layer of the mountain and see what was inside.
This mountain was just one of the many in the Kunlun range. What secrets did this area hold?
"I need to leave quickly. If those three creatures come down, it will be extremely dangerous."
A few days earlier, an earthquake had occurred, creating many large cracks on the mountain, including at the foot. Chu Feng carefully avoided them as he stepped.
By chance, he saw a stone in a crack, about three inches tall, square, and unusually regular in shape.
Chu Feng picked it up and continued on his way.
He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but throughout the journey, he felt something strange in his body, a subtle warmth occasionally flowing through his flesh.
When he tried to focus on it, it disappeared, but when he ignored it, it reappeared.
Was it an illusion, or an allergic reaction?
He was unsure if his perception was confused.
"It started with this hand."
He spread his left hand. When he first noticed it, it was in his left palm, but there was nothing there.
"The four petals withered mysteriously in my left hand."
Chu Feng pondered this as he walked, feeling it wasn't that simple. The situation was strange and made him uneasy.
The petals had emitted white mist and had spots of light, which seemed very peculiar.
The bronze Kunlun mountain had truly challenged his existing beliefs today, forcing him to think more deeply.
"Those three creatures are not ordinary. They were fighting over the flower on the tree, so it should be harmless."
Although he had concerns, Chu Feng felt that the flower should be harmless to the body; otherwise, it wouldn't have caused such rare and fierce beasts to fight to the death for it.
He shook his head, deciding not to think about it for now and hurried towards the area where the herders lived.
Under the night sky, the vast plateau was unusually quiet, with the occasional distant roar of a beast adding to the sense of vastness and desolation.
Chu Feng stayed at a herder's home, deciding to start his return journey the next day.
At night, he quietly read a book while trying to sense the subtle warmth, but it was elusive, barely perceptible, and he wasn't sure if it would change.
After a long time, he sighed, "Let it be."
Because, no matter how hard he tried, the more he focused on it, the less he could feel it. Conversely, when he ignored it, he could vaguely sense it.
"Pollen, catalyst." Chu Feng softly repeated these words, suddenly remembering something.
When Lin Nuoyi graduated and left school, her family had sent a car to pick her up. He vaguely remembered these words being mentioned, but they were too far away for him to hear clearly.
Although they had broken up, he still wanted to see her off, but seeing the cold, indifferent looks from her family, he just waved and left.
Distracted, he noticed a stone beside him.
"The shape of this stone is so regular."
He weighed the stone in his hand in the tent. Although it was a cube, the edges were smooth, as if polished, and slightly rounded.
Upon closer inspection, there were faint patterns on the stone. Were they natural?
The patterns were very faint and easy to overlook if not examined closely.
"Are they man-made marks?"
At the foot of the Kunlun mountain, he hadn't paid much attention, just thinking it was regular and picking it up. He had been preoccupied with thoughts of the bronze mountain and absentmindedly carried it with him.
Now, he suddenly realized that the stone was special.
Chu Feng washed the stone and examined it carefully under the lamplight.
The stone was three inches tall, grayish-brown, with some very faint patterns circling it, like vines or natural spots, very old.
Could it be an ancient stone tool left by a tribe? He speculated.
Chu Feng examined the stone from all angles, touching the marks, and suddenly, there was a slight crackling sound, slightly jarring in the quiet night.