The elder walked ahead with trembling steps, feeling lightheaded and as if every step were falling upon a razor's edge, terrified lest a moment of carelessness should bring about his doom. Lin Feng, like a god of war, held the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler, which emanated an ancient and mighty aura, as if recounting the countless harrowing battles it had once experienced. Lin Feng's gaze was sharp as a hawk's, closely watching the elder's every move, ever ready to meet any peril that might arise.
The two of them wound their way through the Divine Temple like figures in a colossal labyrinth. The surrounding mist grew increasingly dense, resembling heavy curtains piled one upon another, shrouding everything in Chaos. A foul, decaying stench permeated the air, turning the stomach. The atmosphere grew ever more bizarre and eerily silent, as if time itself had frozen here, with only the soft echoes of their footsteps resounding in the hollow space.
"It is just ahead." The elder stopped, his voice trembling like a withered leaf in an autumn wind, and pointed a bone-thin finger toward a darkness-shrouded zone ahead. That patch of darkness seemed an endless abyss, swallowing all light and striking terror into the heart.
Chapter 189