Abyss Walker

Chapter 1 The Dawn of a New Era

Long Muhan opened his eyes, looking at his hands with a questioning expression: "I'm not dead? How did I end up here in the blink of an eye? Is this the Demon Continent?"

Long Muhan thought to himself: The Demon Continent in my memory is clearly not like this, and the spiritual energy in this place is extremely rich.

In despair and surrounded by enemies, he jumped into Qiyuan Cliff, only to be rescued by a stunningly beautiful woman.

Long Muhan's fingers gently glided over the ring he always wore on his finger. To him, the ring was not just an ornament, but also a tool for examining his own image.

The ring has a smooth and delicate surface, engraved with intricate patterns, exuding an understated luxury.

With a gentle turn of his finger on the ring, it flashed, revealing a mirror hidden within.

The mirror wasn't large, just the right size for him to carry with him, allowing him to check his appearance at any time. The mirror's frame was equally exquisite, engraved with delicate dragon patterns, complementing the designs on the ring.

However, the surface of the mirror was covered with cracks, as if it had gone through a fierce battle. Although the lens was still stubbornly fixed in the frame and had not fallen off, the cracks spread like a spider web.

Long Muhan frowned slightly, a hint of surprise and reluctance in his eyes. He gently touched the cracks with his fingers, his movements soft and careful, as if afraid that the slightest force would shatter the lens completely.

His fingertips slid across the mirror surface, feeling the irregular cracks. Each tiny bump stirred a complex emotion within him.

Long Muhan's gaze lingered on the mirror for a moment, as if recalling every moment that the mirror had accompanied him.

His fingers gently caressed the ring, as if comforting the damaged treasure, or perhaps pondering how to repair the mirror and restore its former brilliance.

However, Long Muhan could only sigh softly and put the broken mirror back into the ring.

"Luckily, everything in the ring is still there."

Long Muhan's fingers gently caressed the ring again, and with a faint flash of light, a bead appeared in his palm.

This bead is called the Nether Dragon Bead. It is not only a treasure in his possession, but also his only powerful means of attack.

The Nether Dragon Pearl is not flashy in appearance; it is entirely a deep black, as if it could devour all light. The surface of the pearl is as smooth as a mirror, yet it faintly exudes an ancient and mysterious aura.

At the center of the bead, there seemed to be a dark current slowly rotating, which was the source of the Namielle Bead's power, but now it appeared somewhat dark, as if it was being suppressed by some kind of power.

Long Muhan stared at the Nether Dragon Pearl. He could feel the powerful energy contained within the pearl, but at the same time, he also noticed its abnormality.

Tiny flashes of electricity occasionally flickered across the surface of the bead, moving like tiny snakes across its surface, adding to its air of mystery and danger.

Long Muhan gently turned the Nether Dragon Pearl, and the pearl emitted a slight buzzing sound under his fingertips, as if responding to his touch.

However, in his previous life, he needed a long period of time to settle after each use of the Nether Dragon Pearl, which is why Long Muhan did not take it out even before his death.

After all, the Nether Dragon Pearl is a treasure of the dragon race, and taking it out before death would only drive them even crazier.

Long Muhan stood by the river, the water so clear that his reflection lingered on the surface. His gaze remained fixed on his image.

Sunlight filtered through the treetops, dappling his face and outlining his handsome features. His eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes gleamed with confidence, and a self-deprecating smile played on his lips.

His figure was exceptionally clear in the river water; it was a handsome appearance that did not lose its charm even in adversity.

His long hair was casually draped over his shoulders, with a few wet strands sticking to his forehead, adding to his unruly air.

Despite wearing simple, somewhat worn clothes, his charisma was still undeniable.

"As expected of me, Long Muhan, even in my most down-on-my-luck moments I'm still so handsome." He muttered to himself, his voice tinged with a hint of mockery and pride.

Long Muhan shifted his gaze from the water and looked up at the sky.

The sky was azure, and the white clouds drifted lazily, as if beckoning him.

“Oh no, since I’ve chosen to start over, I can no longer use ‘Dragon’ as my surname,” he said softly, a hint of relief in his voice.

His gaze fell on the water again, but this time, he saw not his own reflection, but a new identity, a new beginning.

Long Muhan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, as if saying goodbye to his past self.

“My mother’s surname is Yun, and I have such a strong connection with the cloud. So why not name myself Yun Muhan?” he said softly, his voice filled with anticipation and determination.

He stood up, took off his coat, revealing his muscular physique. He slowly walked into the river; the cool water cleansed his body and his soul.

Yun Muhan lowered his head, letting the river water wash away the dust and the past from his long hair. His movements were slow and rhythmic, and each time he looked up, it was as if he was welcoming a new version of himself.

As he emerged from the river, his body shimmered in the sunlight, water droplets sliding down his body and dripping onto the grass.

He put on his clothes, tidied his wet hair, and then looked up at the sky again, his eyes filled with renewed hope and determination.

Yun Muhan exclaimed in surprise, "My strength had already reached the mid-stage of the Divine Lord Realm, but for some reason, it has been severely suppressed in this region, even suppressing my realm to the late stage of the Nascent Soul Realm."

However, Yun Muhan knew very well that he absolutely could not act rashly without knowing his own condition and current situation.

At this moment, a huge question arose in Yun Muhan's mind: "What exactly is going on now?"

What exactly is the reason?

At the same time, Yun Muhan secretly vowed in his heart: I must return to my peak as soon as possible! I will avenge myself and make those who took advantage of my pity and kindness pay the price.

Suddenly, Yun Muhan sensed a faint breath coming from the nearby bushes.