Abyss Walker

Chapter 9 Secret Chamber - Ominous Void

When Yun Muhan posed his three soul-searching questions, the orc named Mo Yu was completely dumbfounded.

"I am Mo Yu. However, I do not know any Complete Annihilation God. Moreover, the current year is not called the first year, but the ancient year. It is the 114th year of the ancient year."

Yun Muhan suddenly realized: No wonder he couldn't understand many of their texts. It was said that in the ancient battlefield, heroes fought for supremacy, shattering thousands of medium-sized worlds and hundreds of large worlds, and in the end, even destroying the Three Realms.

Yun Muhan kept thinking back... and then casually asked, "Do you have a pen on you right now?"

At the same time, he thought to himself: That is the Qiankun Painting Brush, ranked second among the supreme treasures of the heavens. Before his death, the God of Annihilation used this Qiankun Painting Brush to directly draw one of the three realms—the Central Earth Realm.

"Your Excellency, I do have a writing brush in my treasure vault, but it's a strange thing. It's clearly a writing brush, but it can't draw anything."

"If you like it, sir, I will immediately take you to the secret chamber, I only beg you to spare my dog's life."

Yun Muhan pretended not to care and said, "Actually, I don't like it that much. It's just that I have a bit of a collecting hobby. I like to collect strange and unusual things. Take me to the Secret Pavilion, and I'll let you go."

A look of relief at surviving a disaster flashed across Mo Yu's face. His body trembled slightly, clearly due to tension and fear.

He quickly adjusted his posture, bowed his head, and crossed his hands in front of him, making an extremely respectful gesture.

Although his movements were somewhat stiff, it was clear that he was trying his best to show respect and obedience to Yun Muhan.

Yun Muhan's gaze swept over Mo Yu, and he was satisfied with Mo Yu's fear and eagerness.

He slightly raised his chin, a faint smile playing on his lips, a gesture that made him appear both confident and arrogant.

"Lead the way." Yun Muhan's voice was calm and powerful. He didn't show much expression, but every word he spoke conveyed an unquestionable authority.

He then turned and walked towards the right side hall of the mausoleum...

Yun Muhan did not follow immediately. Instead, he turned around and gently picked up Xi Ling. In Yun Muhan's heart, Xi Ling was far more precious than the most precious treasures in the heavens.

Moreover, the so-called Qiankun Painting Brush is not described much in its history, and it is not described as being able to paint life, or even... paint everything.

However, it was precisely Yun Muhan's action that immediately dispelled Mo Yu's doubts.

Mo Yu and Yun Muhan immediately went to the right side hall...

However, both of them had their own thoughts on their minds.

Mo Yu thought to herself: Tch, I thought it was something rare. This person's behavior is too strange. Not only has he kept his cultivation level suppressed at the Nascent Soul stage, but he has also been holding a fox that has no spiritual power at all.

What Yun Muhan was thinking was: Could the Qiankun Painting Brush depict a world without war? If it could, would he be able to stay with Xi Ling forever and never be separated?

However, the most urgent task is to help Xi Ling cultivate as soon as possible, otherwise Xi Ling, who has no spiritual power, will probably only have a short lifespan of a hundred years.

Inside the right side hall of the mausoleum, dim light filtered through the cracks in the stones, casting dappled shadows on the ancient bricks, creating an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

The door was slowly pushed open, making a creaking sound, as if a guardian that had been sleeping for thousands of years had been awakened.

Yun Muhan appeared at the doorway, followed closely by Mo Yu. Yun Muhan was holding a fox in his arms, the fox's eyes gleaming cunningly in the dim light.

Yun Muhan stood tall and straight, his left hand tightly holding Xi Ling, while his right hand summoned a long, dragon-shaped blade that still radiated a cold, sharp light even in the dim light.

His gaze was piercing, sharply pointing at Mo Yu, his voice carrying an undeniable authority: "This is the Secret Pavilion you spoke of?"

A hint of nervousness flashed across Mo Yu's face. He leaned forward slightly, as if trying his best to show his sincerity: "My lord, please calm down. The Secret Pavilion is just ahead!" His voice trembled slightly, but he tried to remain calm.

A warning glint flashed in Yun Muhan's eyes, and his words carried an undeniable threat: "You'd better not try anything funny, you know what will happen."

After saying that, Yun Muhan flicked his wrist, and the Dragon Blade nimbly retracted into his ring as if it were alive, disappearing without leaving only a faint shadow.

Xi Ling nestled quietly in Yun Muhan's arms, her gaze wandering around the dimly lit side hall, as if searching for something.

Yun Muhan's figure appeared exceptionally resolute in the dim light, each step so powerful, as if nothing could stop him from moving forward.

Mo Yu's movements were swift and decisive, his steps steady, each step revealing his determination and resolve.

His gaze was fixed on the stone platform in the center of the side hall. It was an ancient stone platform, its surface covered with the marks of time, and its sides were carved with intricate patterns, as if hiding some ancient secret.

When he leaped onto the stone platform, his movements were light and agile, as graceful as a cheetah.

He pressed his palm on the stone platform and pushed hard, the platform making a dull thud that echoed clearly in the empty side hall.

Yun Muhan's attention was drawn to the sudden noise, and his gaze immediately turned to Mo Yu and Shi Tai.

As the stone platform moved, the coffin in the very center began to appear. It was a huge stone coffin with intricate patterns carved on its surface, giving it a solemn and dignified appearance.

Yun Muhan strode towards the coffin, his movements revealing a hint of caution, as if he had a premonition of the secret that was about to be revealed.

He reached out and pushed open the coffin lid, his movements tinged with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.

The coffin lid slowly slid open, making a heavy scraping sound. As the lid moved, an ancient aura emanated from the coffin, carrying a hint of coolness and mystery.

When the coffin lid was fully opened, Yun Muhan was surprised to find that there was a hollow space beneath the coffin, deep and dark, as if it were an entrance to another world.

A chilly breeze wafted from the hollow, carrying the scent of dampness and earth, as if telling untold secrets.

"My lord, the secret chamber is down below, but I have no spiritual power right now, and I will die if I go down rashly. Please help me untie it first! Otherwise, I dare not go down."

Yun Muhan: Ruthless. If I were to untie myself and still have to protect Xi Ling, I would definitely not be able to defeat him again.

He definitely wouldn't go down there if the secret wasn't unlocked, since no one but him knew whether what lay below was the Secret Pavilion or whether the Qiankun Painting Brush actually existed.

If Yun Muhan were to kill Mo Yu directly, he would lose all clues about the Qiankun Painting Brush.

If we risk unraveling it, we will be attacked from both sides.

However, if Yun Muhan were to go down alone, he might face danger if the Qiankun Painting Brush wasn't inside.

But all of this depends on Yun Muhan alone, and right now Yun Muhan is still holding Xi Ling in his arms.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a complex emotion flickered in his eyes. His gaze was deep, and a hint of weariness inadvertently appeared on his face.

Mo Yu's cunning and adaptability made him feel troubled; such an opponent is often more difficult to deal with than a direct enemy.