The moment they stepped into that mysterious forest, a damp, decaying scent rushed at them like an invisible hand gently gripping everyone's throat. Su Yao, Lin Yu, and Zhao Ya drew close to each other, eyeing their surroundings with vigilance. Overhead, lush layers of branches and leaves cut the sunlight into tiny, speckled patches that fell upon the moss-covered ground, adding an even more eerie atmosphere. Vines like winding pythons hung down from thick tree trunks, swaying gently in the breeze as if ready to attack at any moment. Strange cries echoing from the distance through the silent forest chilled their spines.
Su Yao clutched the Heart of Lingyao tightly. This crystal ball emitting a soft glow had now become their hope in the darkness. The power of the Heart of Lingyao resonated with the Ancient Divine Artifacts within her body, sharpening her senses. She could feel a mysterious and ancient aura permeating the forest, seemingly whispering of a long-sealed story.
"Everyone be careful, this forest is strange, we must proceed step by step," Su Yao said in a lowered voice, her gaze scanning the surroundings vigilantly. Her eyes were resolute; though her heart was filled with worry for the unknown, her conviction to protect the Cultivation World rendered her fearless.
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