Chapter 257

Everyone proceeded cautiously along the winding mountain path. The surrounding atmosphere grew increasingly mysterious and unpredictable, as if every inch of the air were whispering ancient and unknown tales. The old man leading them was named Xuan Feng. He had a lean figure and snow-white hair that hung down like fine threads. Though his face was etched with the marks of time, his eyes were as deep and bright as stars. Xuan Feng was one of the Guardians of this Mysterious Space. Legend had it that when the primordial universe first began to form, the passage between the Mysterious Space and the outside world had not yet fully closed, and various powerful forces collided and intertwined like surging torrents. By a stroke of serendipity in a secluded and desolate place, Xuan Feng had received the blessing of a mysterious power, and since then he had shouldered the heavy responsibility of protecting this space and preventing the invasion of external evil forces. As the long years passed like a white horse galloping past a crevice, he had witnessed countless conflicts and changes.