Abyss Walker

Chapter 105 'Sacred Stone'

The walls, marked by the passage of time, bear the strange patterns and symbols that appear even more enigmatic in the dim light. Ancient script, like a forgotten language, lies silently on the stone walls, whispering untold secrets.

Their lines are smooth and elegant, and every hook and turn contains profound meaning, as if they are keys to another world.

The totems used in those rituals are even more mysterious and unpredictable. They come in various shapes, some resembling twisted creatures, others abstract geometric figures, and still others like the arrangement of stars in the sky.

These totems represent some ancient belief or sacrificial ritual, and their existence makes the temple appear more solemn and sacred.

Yun Muhan and the girl walked cautiously on the stone path, their gazes darting between the patterns and symbols on the walls, trying to decipher these ancient messages. Their breathing was exceptionally clear in the stillness, each breath seeming to be a dialogue with the ancient soul of the temple.

Every corner of the temple is filled with the unknown and mystery, and every step may trigger a historical mechanism, revealing secrets sealed by time.

The temple's long corridors were deep and ancient, filled with an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. Yun Muhan and the girl's footsteps echoed through the corridors, each step like a tolling bell of history, awakening the memories and secrets sleeping in the stone walls.

Yun Muhan's senses became exceptionally sharp in this oppressive atmosphere. He could sense that behind every crack, every statue, and every door lay untold stories.

He gripped the Dugu Sword tightly in his hand, its blade gleaming coldly in the dim light, as if echoing his tension and vigilance. The Dugu Sword was not only his weapon, but also his reliance; in this unknown land, its light offered him a sliver of comfort and strength.

The girl, on the other hand, appeared composed. Her steps were light and steady, each one revealing her familiarity with the place and her confidence. There was no fear in her eyes, only a deep understanding and respect for this land. She seemed to be able to read every corner, every turn, and the secrets hidden behind every shadow.

As they ventured deeper, the light in the corridor grew dimmer until they reached the center of the temple—a massive circular altar.

The altar appeared solemn and sacred in the dim light, and its surroundings were carved with intricate patterns and runes, each line revealing the wisdom and power of an ancient civilization.

In the center of the altar, a stone emitting a faint blue light floated silently in the air; that was their goal for this journey—the Divine Stone.

The light of this divine stone is like the brightest star in the night sky, mysterious and captivating, as if it contains endless power and secrets.

However, just as they were about to approach the sacred stone, the ground around the altar suddenly trembled, accompanied by a deep roar. The tremors were like the earth shaking, each one terrifying, and the roar was like a furious cry from the abyss, full of wildness and threat.

Four enormous stone statues slowly rose from the ground, their eyes flashing red light for a moment, as if awakened by some force.

These stone statues were originally guardians of the altar, silently protecting the sacred stone, but now they seem to have been given new life, becoming active and dangerous.

The statues were massive and sturdy, each stone exuding ancient power. The red light in their eyes, like burning flames, illuminated the surrounding space and foreshadowed the brutality of the impending battle.

"It seems the guardians are not willing to let us obtain the divine stone so easily." There was a hint of nervousness in the girl's voice.

Yun Muhan nodded, his eyes firm and calm. "Leave it to me."

Dugu Jianling: It's been a long time since I've shed blood.

Yun Muhan gripped the Dugu Sword, its blade slicing through the air, leaving afterimages in its wake. Each swing was imbued with decisiveness and power. The sharp, clear sound of the sword tip piercing the air was like the nightingale's cry breaking the silence of the night. Every swing was full of rhythm and cadence, demonstrating his superb swordsmanship and precise control over the battle.

Although the stone statues moved clumsily, each swing carried immense force. Constructed of solid rock, they felt no pain, knew no fatigue, and each attack was like an avalanche, capable of destroying anything in their path. The statues' fists slammed into the ground, causing the earth to tremble, sending fragments of rock flying, and filling the air with dust and tension.

Yun Muhan and the girl stood back to back, their unspoken understanding transcending words; every glance conveyed their intentions. Like dancers, they moved nimbly amidst the stone statue's fierce attacks, dodging potentially fatal blows. Their steps were agile and swift, each movement precisely avoiding the statue's attack range.

While dodging, their eyes were as sharp as eagles, searching for the stone statue's weaknesses and openings in the battle. Yun Muhan's Dugu Sword found opportunities from time to time, its tip piercing the stone statue's joints and crevices like a nimble snake, each attack precise and aiming to inflict maximum damage.

The girl was equally formidable; her movements were agile and graceful, each counterattack brimming with power and determination. She moved among the statues like a ghost, elusive and unpredictable. Her attacks, though not as heavy as the statues', were precise and deadly, each strike slowing the statues' movements further.

The battle raged on intensely. Yun Muhan and the girl's teamwork grew increasingly seamless, their movements fluid and precise, as if they had fought together countless times before. Their trust and reliance were tested and strengthened in this battle; they knew that only by relying on each other could they achieve victory in this life-or-death struggle.

After a fierce battle, Yun Muhan finally found the statues' weakness—their eyes. He and the girl concentrated their firepower, striking the statues' eyes accurately with swords and arrows. One by one, the statues fell, eventually turning into a pile of rubble.

After the battle, Yun Muhan and the girl were panting heavily, but their eyes gleamed with victory. They walked towards the divine stone, and Yun Muhan reached out and gently touched the stone that emitted a faint glow.

"Is this the divine stone?" Yun Muhan asked.

The girl nodded. "With this, we can leave this hell."

Yun Muhan took a deep breath; he was only one step away from entering Yuanzhou.

Yun Muhan carefully put the divine stone into his pocket, then turned to the girl and said, "Let's go, it's time to leave this place."

Yun Muhan and the girl exchanged a smile, their tension and unease vanishing in that instant. Still feeling uneasy, Yun Muhan took out the divine stone and gripped it tightly, feeling its warm and mysterious power, as if it were guiding them in the right direction.

“We have to be careful,” the girl cautioned. “This place is full of unknown dangers, so we must stay alert at all times.”

Yun Muhan and the girl walked through the desolate land of Purgatory, their figures appearing exceptionally small against this scorched earth.

Every step felt like dancing on a knife's edge. Their eyes scanned their surroundings warily, any slight movement a sign of deadly danger. The pungent smell of sulfur and the intense heat of flames filled their nostrils and skin, reminding them that this was a realm of death and destruction.

Beneath their feet lay the cracked earth baked by the flames, each step accompanied by tiny pebbles and ash.