Abyss Walker

Chapter 6 The Dark Tomb

The trees grew taller and taller, their canopies overlapping and almost completely blocking out the sky. Only a few scattered rays of sunlight pierced through the gaps, shimmering on the ground like scattered gold coins.

These dappled lights danced with the breeze and swaying leaves, adding a touch of mystery to the forest.

Xi Ling's heart raced with the strange noises that kept coming from the bushes. Her brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of tension showed in her eyes.

Yun Muhan sensed her unease. His voice was deep and firm, like a warm spring breeze that touched Xi Ling's heart: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Yun Muhan reached out and tightly grasped Xi Ling's slender hand. His palm was large and warm, giving Xi Ling a solid sense of support.

Xi Ling felt the warmth of his hand, and her nervousness gradually subsided. She returned his gaze with a firm look, indicating that she was ready to move forward.

As they approached the edge of Sunset Forest, an ancient ruin came into view.

This ruin seems to have grown out of the forest, blending perfectly with the surrounding natural environment, yet exuding an ancient aura that transcends the mundane world.

The entrance to the ruins is covered with vines and moss, appearing ancient and desolate, as if it were a corner forgotten by the world.

Sunlight filtered through the cracks, dappling the stone floor and creating patches of light that contrasted sharply with the surrounding shadows.

These spots of light seemed to sway gently in the breeze, bringing a touch of life to the quiet space.

Yun Muhan approached the entrance to the ruins and carefully observed the symbols. A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes; these symbols seemed to have touched a corner of his memory, but he couldn't quite recall where he had seen them before.

Yun Muhan and Xi Ling decided to explore the ruins. They carefully pushed open the door, and a mysterious aura filled the room.

As Yun Muhan and Xi Ling slowly stepped into the ruins, an ancient and mysterious aura rushed towards them, as if it were the sedimentation of time and the whispers of history.

Yun Muhan's breathing became slow and deep. He could feel the mysterious aura in the air, unlike any adventure he had ever experienced.

Strange characters flickered on the surrounding walls. Only then did Yun Muhan realize that the characters inside these ruins were the ancient script he had seen in his previous life.

These words, along with the strangeness of the Demon Continent, made Yun Muhan completely certain that he had traveled to the prehistoric era.

Yun Muhan's inner thoughts: In my previous life, the Demon Continent was allocated to the Dragon Clan, which I am very familiar with. As for what era this is? I still can't confirm it.

Yun Muhan looked at Xi Ling, only to see that Xi Ling also had a face full of questions.

Although Yun Muhan couldn't understand the writing on the wall, with his knowledge, he could still tell that it was a tomb, and that the owner of this tomb was either rich or noble.

Sensing something amiss, Yun Muhan immediately grabbed Xi Ling's wrist and rushed towards the exit, but it was too late. If Yun Muhan were alone, he would have to carefully assess the situation, but with Xi Ling by his side, Yun Muhan didn't want to take any risks.

"Where is this place? It feels a bit eerie."

Xi Ling's voice came from beside him, and Yun Muhan held Xi Ling's jade hand tightly.

"This is a tomb, and it seems the tomb's occupant doesn't want us to leave. And they're quite unfriendly!" No sooner had the words left his mouth than wolf howls echoed from within the tomb.

"A tomb? What's that for?" Xi Ling asked, her voice tinged with doubt.

"What kind of burial goods are used for nobles after they die? Your clan doesn't have any?"

At this moment, Yun Muhan thought: What looks like a dilapidated ruin on the outside is actually a tomb inside. I should have known better than to bring Xi Ling in.

"No, when our clansmen die, they turn into an inner core. When I die, I will definitely give you my inner core."

"Don't say that. As long as I'm alive, I won't allow you to die before me."

Yun Muhan kept recalling: This tomb is covered with high-level barriers, all of which I have never seen in my previous life, but I can always feel a sense of familiarity from them.

"Ow..."

A wolf's howl pierced the sky.

A hint of wariness flashed in Yun Muhan's eyes. His movements were swift and decisive as he took out the Dragon Blade from his ring. The blade gleamed coldly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

His body sank slightly, his legs spread apart, forming a stable fighting stance.

The dragon blade trembled slightly in his hand, as if in sync with his will, ready to unleash a fatal blow at any moment.

Xi Ling's heart raced slightly, but she didn't show any panic. She trusted Yun Muhan, so she obediently hid behind him, looking for a place to use as cover.

Her gaze was fixed on Yun Muhan's back, a gaze filled with deep reliance and trust.

Yun Muhan's voice was deep and firm as he reminded Xi Ling again, his tone revealing a hint of concern: "The wolf pack might hurt you, you'd better stay away!"

His words contained not a trace of panic, only concern for Xi Ling's safety. Xi Ling nodded, her steps light and quick as she searched for a safe spot.

Yun Muhan's pupils contracted slightly; he immediately sensed that these wolves were unusual.

These were no ordinary beasts, but demonic wolves corrupted by dark power. He swiftly raised the dragon blade in his hand, its blade gleaming coldly in the night. His body tensed, ready to face the impending battle.

Yun Muhan took a deep breath, his pace suddenly quickened, and he took the initiative to meet the three demonic wolves.

His movements were fluid and swift, the dragon blade drawing streaks of sword light in the air, each strike precisely aimed at the demon wolf's vital points.

The first demonic wolf pounced, but Yun Muhan dodged to the side, avoiding its sharp claws. At the same time, he swung his sword backhand, the tip slicing across the wolf's belly, drawing out a smear of black blood.

The demon wolf let out a painful howl, but Yun Muhan gave it no chance to catch its breath. He quickly turned around, and the sword light flashed again, aiming straight for the throat of the second demon wolf.

The second demonic wolf seemed to realize Yun Muhan's strength, and its movements became more cautious. However, Yun Muhan's swordsmanship was even more exquisite. He used the elasticity of the sword to cleverly guide the demonic wolf's attack, and then suddenly exerted force, piercing the demonic wolf's heart with his sword.

Upon seeing this, the third wolf let out a low growl, the green light in its eyes grew brighter, and the black smoke emanating from its body became even thicker.

It suddenly accelerated, like a black lightning bolt, heading straight for Yun Muhan.

Instead of retreating, Yun Muhan advanced, his figure becoming blurred in the night. The Dragon Blade seemed to come alive in his hand, its sword light like a shooting star, intertwining with the shadow of the demon wolf.

His swordsmanship was like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, dazzling and swift. Yun Muhan's figure appeared elusive under the attacks of the demonic wolf, each movement carrying an unpredictable rhythm.

The dragon blade clashed with the wolf's claws, producing a crisp metallic clang.

The wolf's attacks were fierce and violent, each pounce carrying the power to tear the air apart, but Yun Muhan always managed to dodge at the last second and counterattack at the same time.

His eyes were calm and focused, completely absorbed in this life-or-death struggle.

The howl of the demon wolf echoed through the forest, and the green light in its eyes grew brighter and brighter, like two will-o'-the-wisps burning in the night.

The black smoke around its body grew even thicker, almost completely enveloping its entire form, making its silhouette appear even more eerie and terrifying in the night.

Yun Muhan's sword light grew faster and faster as he began to take the initiative to attack. The Dragon Blade danced in his hand, each swing accompanied by a whistling sound as it cut through the air, its sword energy spreading out and shattering the surrounding air into pieces.

Although the demon wolf was powerful, its speed and strength seemed to be suppressed in the face of Yun Muhan's swordsmanship.

The battle entered a fierce stage, and every clash between Yun Muhan and the demon wolf was fraught with danger and uncertainty.

Yun Muhan's swordsmanship became even more ferocious. He began to search for the demon wolf's weaknesses, and each attack was aimed directly at its vital points.