Abyss Walker

Chapter 7 The quiet sound of the coffin

Finally, in a fierce confrontation, Yun Muhan found an opportunity.

His sword tip pierced the wolf's abdomen with precision. The wolf let out a painful howl, the black smoke on its body instantly dissipated, and the green light in its eyes dimmed.

Yun Muhan gave the demon wolf no chance to catch its breath. He quickly drew his dragon blade and swung it again. The sword light was like a silver waterfall, knocking the demon wolf to the ground.

The battle was over. Yun Muhan stood there, the bloodstains on his dragon blade standing out starkly in the moonlight. He was slightly out of breath, but his eyes revealed a powerful confidence.

Xi Ling's pace suddenly quickened, her figure appearing even more urgent in the afterglow of the setting sun. Her steps were light and swift, like a gust of wind, carrying concern and worry as she quickly arrived at Yun Muhan's side.

Yun Muhan sensed Xi Ling's approach and turned to face her. Xi Ling's brows furrowed slightly, her eyes filled with worry.

Her gaze swept quickly and carefully over Yun Muhan's body, from his forehead to his chin, and then to his limbs, not missing a single detail, for fear of overlooking any possible injuries.

Xi Ling gently raised her fingers, seemingly wanting to touch Yun Muhan, but hesitated in mid-air, as if worried that her movement would cause him additional pain.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, revealing her inner tension and unease.

"Are you...are you alright?" Xi Ling's voice trembled slightly, yet was incredibly gentle.

Just at the same time.

A plume of black mist descended, and as it emerged, the atmosphere inside the tomb became even more eerie and oppressive.

The black mist seemed to have a life of its own, constantly twisting and churning, trying to devour all the light.

Xi Ling frowned slightly. She could sense the ancient and evil power contained in the black mist. Her hand unconsciously tightened around the magic weapon at her waist, ready to cast a spell at any moment.

Yun Muhan reacted quickly and decisively. He gently raised his left hand, and the ring on his index finger shimmered with a soft white light in the dim light.

Although the white light was faint, it was like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, giving people hope and strength.

The patterns on the ring shone even brighter against the backdrop of the black mist, resembling a small star radiating a mysterious power.

The black mist seemed to sense the power of the ring, and it surged towards the ring frantically, as if drawn by some invisible force.

The ring's white light gradually intensified, forming a small vortex that absorbed the surrounding black mist.

Although the process was brief, it was filled with tension and mystery, like a battle between light and darkness.

Xi Ling's eyes were filled with admiration as she looked at Yun Muhan, her eyes sparkling with respect.

A slight smile appeared on her lips, an affirmation of Yun Muhan's abilities and a silent admiration for him.

Yun Muhan remained calm and composed, standing proudly and unhurriedly, as if everything was under his control.

His gaze was unwavering, and the ring on his hand emitted a final ray of white light, completely absorbing the remaining black mist.

As the black fog dissipated, the air inside the tomb became fresh, and the oppressive feeling disappeared.

"Of course, this ring has been with me for many years! I love it! I'm giving it to you!" Yun Muhan said half-jokingly, his eyes carrying a hint of teasing, but more so showing concern and trust for Xi Ling.

Upon hearing this, Xi Ling's smile widened. She knew Yun Muhan was joking, but a warm feeling still welled up in her heart.

She gently shook her head to express her gratitude, while also indicating that she did not need the gift, because this power belonged to Yun Muhan, was a part of him, and was the power that protected the two of them.

The two smiled at each other, then walked together toward the gate of the mausoleum.

After absorbing the black mist, Yun Muhan's ring seemed to become even brighter, its light sweeping across the door, searching for clues to open the mechanism.

At the same time, inside the ring...

Suddenly, a cloud of black mist descended from the sky.

The beautiful woman inside instantly flew into a rage: Yun Muhan **** Yun Muhan *****

……

A strange noise came from inside the tomb...

Yun Muhan felt a little confused and wanted to step forward, but then he remembered Xi Ling.

"~Ah Qiu~ Xi Ling, how about we go take a look together? Are you scared?"

Xi Ling's eyes were still full of adoration, but she held Yun Muhan's slender waist tightly with both hands, and the two of them leaned close together. Xi Ling said softly, "As long as you are here, I am not afraid of anything."

Xi Ling slowly released her grip, and Yun Muhan walked to the door and immediately swung the dragon blade in her hand, slashing it hard against the door, but it still didn't budge.

They tried again, but the door seemed to be welded shut.

Yun Muhan put the Dragon Blade back into his ring and turned around to look at Xi Ling with concern.

After a while.

Yun Muhan carried Xi Ling and slowly walked towards the main tomb.

Soon the two entered the underground palace, but unfortunately there was nothing there.

"The underground palace was used for sacrifices. Since there are no sacrificial items, this tomb may have been abandoned a long time ago."

The two then entered the left side hall, where many coffins were placed. Yun Muhan walked directly to one of the coffins and lifted its lid.

Yun Muhan felt a chill run down his spine and exclaimed in astonishment, "There's nothing there. There's something wrong with this tomb."

They quickly ran over and continued to open the other coffins. Seeing Yun Muhan's huge reaction, Xi Ling, who was already timid, was almost scared to tears.

"Then, then, Mu Han, what should we do now?"

"Now we can only go to the main hall."

Yun Muhan calmed down, squatted down and gently picked up Xi Ling, who had been frightened and turned back into her original form, and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, we'll be alright."

"It definitely won't happen, definitely not."

Yun Muhan held Xi Ling in his right arm and stroked her with his left. Xi Ling felt Yun Muhan's comfort and did not speak, but slowly nodded.

He walked straight out of the left side hall and did not enter the right side hall.

Instead, they walked straight toward the main hall.

After a while...

Two figures stood at the main gate of the mausoleum; it was Yun Xi and her companion.

Yun Muhan pushed open the main hall door, and all that came into view was a coffin in the very center, decorated in a very simple manner, not even comparable to the left side hall.

Yun Muhan, without hesitation, summoned the dark-colored Nether Dragon Pearl and left with the words, "Stay where you are and don't run around."

He then walked toward the coffin located in the very center.

Yun Muhan observed the situation with great vigilance, ready to fight at any moment.

What haven't I seen in this world? What's more, it's just a tomb. Even if the owner of this tomb is a Nascent Soul cultivator, it can't compare to my divine dragon soul and body.

Seemingly sensing Yun Muhan's arrival, the coffin lid shook violently, probably because it thought Yun Muhan was an easy target and kept provoking him.

A voice, extremely aged yet imposing, rang out. "Insolent brat, now that you have seen me, why do you not kneel and pay your respects?"