Chapter 275

Mysterious Omens and Hidden Crises Lin Yu and his two companions walked steadily along the winding ancient path. The surrounding scenery was picturesque—verdant mountains like painted eyebrows and babbling streams—unfolding before them like a naturally crafted masterpiece. Yet, their hearts remained as taut as bowstrings, without the slightest relaxation. As they ventured deeper into this vast continent, a series of bizarre and uncanny phenomena followed one after another like ghosts. During the day, ethereal yet chilling and eerie lights would occasionally flash across the sky. These lights were kaleidoscopically bizarre: crimson like fresh blood, blue like ghostly flames, and purple like evil mist. They seemed like mysterious signals from an unknown dimension, or perhaps malevolent, prying gazes cast from another world, sending shivers down one's spine. When night fell and all was silent, deep within the woods, low and oppressive roars would faintly emerge. The sounds seemed squeezed with difficulty from the deep bowels of the earth—dull and lingering, laden with boundless pain and grievance. Every single sound struck like a heavy hammer against the human heart, making the listeners' hair stand on end and frightening even the birds and beasts inhabiting the forest into scattering in all directions.