In an ancient courtyard on the edge of a bustling city, Lin Yu was carefully examining an antique picture book in his hands. The pages of the book were yellowed and emitted a stale scent, with each page bearing strange runes and mysterious patterns that seemed to tell of a secret sealed away by time. Lin Yu was a young archaeologist with a deep interest in ancient cultures and mysticism. He had stumbled upon this picture book during his most recent archaeological excavation, and from the very first moment he saw it, he had been deeply captivated.
Late at night, moonlight like water spilled through the window onto the picture book, and the runes seemed to flicker faintly. Lin Yu rubbed his eyes, thinking it was a hallucination. But when he looked closely again, a soft light surged from the picture book and instantly enveloped him. Lin Yu felt his vision go dark, and he lost consciousness.
When Lin Yu woke up again, he found himself in a world that was both unfamiliar and vaguely familiar. All around him was a dense forest with tall, ancient trees whose intertwined branches blocked out almost all the sunlight. The ground was covered in a thick layer of fallen leaves that made a soft rustling sound when stepped upon. Lin Yu felt a shock in his heart; he realized he might have traveled through time and space, but where on earth was this? The runes and patterns from the picture book suddenly flashed in his mind—could this be related to that book?
Chapter 81