Armed with the clues obtained from the scrolls, Zhang Yue, Lin Feng, and Su Yao resolutely stepped into the deeper and more perilous regions of the ruins. This area seemed like a mysterious realm forgotten by time, shrouded in thick, ink-like mist. The mist moved slowly, as if imbued with life, draping everything in a heavy, enigmatic veil and plunging them into a primordial, chaotic world. Visibility was limited to just a few meters, and every step was fraught with the unknown and disorientation; a single misstep could mean becoming lost forever in the endless haze. The ancient walls were covered in damp moss that felt like the tears of time, seemingly ready to drip water at any moment. The ground was slick and wet, and occasionally a drop of water fell from the cavern ceiling, making a crisp "drip" sound that echoed with eerie clarity in the profound silence, like a countdown dictated by fate.
Zhang Yue walked in front. Tall and athletically built, his slender figure in black robe flickered in and out of the mist like a mysterious messenger emerging from the darkness. His sharp gaze, resembling cold stars twinkling in the night sky, radiated determination and vigilance as he constantly scanned his surroundings. The sword in his hand flashed with a cold gleam in the dim light, its blade trembling slightly as if thirsting for a fierce battle, ready at a moment's notice to cut down any obstacle ahead. "Everyone be careful, danger could be lurking anywhere here," he said, his …
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