Abyss Walker

Chapter 147 The Secret Realm of the Forest (Part 1)

Dugu Jianling: How would I know? Probably not, after all... those are the three creator gods. "If they share the same father or the same mother, how could such a monstrous talent exist in the world?"

"Maybe there really is? After all, they all share the surname Xing."

"This has nothing to do with surnames. Very few of the ancestral gods and creator gods have the surname Xing. Besides, don't slander the great ancestral gods and creator gods."

"Okay, whatever you say."

Yun Muhan: In my previous life, the only records about the ancestral gods were...

The primordial god, Yin and Yang, is the ancestor who created heaven and earth and all things. The primordial god who opened heaven and earth and stopped the chaos, is also the primordial god who combined Yin and Yang.

Dugu Jianling: This great one seriously criticizes this. Yin-Yang combination iteration? Even a passing dog in the Three Realms knows that among the Primordial Gods, anyone could be together, except for Yin and Yang.

Still feeling unsatisfied, Dugu Jianling added, "This is utterly disgraceful."

"I always felt that history shouldn't be like this, but... after investigating all of history, the final result is always the combination of Yin and Yang! With the changing of the century, there is constant chaos between gods and demons, but the only beneficiaries are the immortals."

The creator gods... are only Tianwu, Bifang, Jubi, Shuhai, and Zhuyin. These five ancient creator gods, along with Murong Yuanmo who later wreaked havoc in the divine realm and Xuanyuan Tianshen who wreaked havoc in the immortal realm and stormed the eighteen hell caves, are collectively known as the Seven Great Creator Gods. Only they can be called 'creator gods'.

There are also five Demon Emperors...

Dugu Jianling: Stop talking, I'm dizzy. How thin was your spiritual energy in your past life? It wasn't even recorded in the five primordial gods and eighteen creator gods that everyone knows.

Yun Muhan: Is it my fault? It's not my problem. History... is just going to be forgotten.

Dugu Jianling: Time will wash away our traces, the world will wash away everything about us, and we... need to constantly iterate and innovate, or—become the nightmare of the Three Realms, and leave an indelible shadow in the minds of the world.

"Dugu Jianling, but if that happens... would I still be myself? Gods are supreme, I..."

Dugu Jianling interrupted him directly. "Do you remember what I said before? Our future is to traverse the Three Realms. Gods are indeed supreme, but precisely because they are omnipotent, they are also powerless in all things."

"Dugu Jianling... I'm sorry, I won't go. God... is too far away, too lofty, too majestic."

I have stood atop the mountain once, looking down upon all living beings, so... I cannot do it.

"..."

Yun Muhan's chest rose slightly with a deep breath, the cold air entering his lungs making his thoughts clearer. He stood at the entrance to the secret realm, before him lay an unknown territory, filled with mystery and danger. Although his heart was pounding, his eyes revealed determination and resolve; he was prepared to face anything.

His gaze shifted to Murong Yuanmo, whose eyes shone with an undying light—a yearning for adventure, curiosity about the unknown, and fearlessness in the face of challenge. Murong Yuanmo wore an excited smile, his posture upright, as if he couldn't wait to step into this secret realm and explore its hidden mysteries.

Their eyes met in the air, and without a word, their determination and courage were conveyed to each other. Yun Muhan knew that the journey they were about to embark on might be full of hardships and dangers, but with a companion like Murong Yuanmo by his side, no difficulty would be faced alone.

The entrance to the secret realm was like a door to another world, quietly awaiting their arrival and concealing endless possibilities. Yun Muhan and Murong Yuanmo stood side by side, their figures appearing exceptionally resolute in the dim light of the secret realm.

"Let's go, Xiao Yuan, let's see what secrets this secret realm holds." Yun Muhan said, taking the lead into the thick fog.

Murong Yuanmo followed closely behind, and the two figures were quickly swallowed up by the thick fog and disappeared at the entrance of the secret realm.

As Yun Muhan and Murong Yuanmo stepped into the "Secret Realm of the Forest," the surrounding thick fog seemed to come alive, slowly flowing and completely enveloping the two figures.

Yun Muhan's cultivation had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, allowing him to sense the subtle changes contained within the dense fog. Although Murong Yuanmo was only at the early Foundation Establishment stage, his eyes revealed a thirst for the unknown and preparation for the challenge.

Their footsteps sounded particularly heavy in the thick fog, each step seemingly treading on an unknown destiny. Yun Muhan's divine sense, like an invisible net, slowly unfolded, attempting to capture every movement around them.

Yun Muhan knew that in this unknown environment, any negligence could lead to Murong Yuanmo's death.

"Xiao Yuan, stay alert." Yun Muhan whispered a reminder to Murong Yuanmo. At the same time, he slightly flipped his palm, and an invisible force gathered in his palm, a prelude to his summoning of the Dugu Sword.

Murong Yuanmo nodded. Although his cultivation level was not high, his combat experience was quite rich. He gripped his longsword tightly, his internal energy circulating continuously, ready to deal with any possible crisis at any time.

Yun Muhan's senses became exceptionally sharp at this moment. His divine sense, like an invisible net, covered the surrounding space, capturing any minute changes. When the faint sound of wind came from the left, his heart immediately became alert, as if a taut string had been gently plucked.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze piercing through the surrounding mist like a sharp sword, trying to pinpoint the source of the wind's sound. Though faint, the wind sounded like thunder to Yun Muhan, each sound wave carrying a potential danger signal.

Yun Muhan's breathing became shallow and slow. He synchronized his heartbeat with the rhythm of his surroundings to better hear the unusual sound in the wind. His body was tense, every muscle ready to unleash its power at any moment to deal with any potential threat.

The sound of the wind seemed to carry a subtle, imperceptible fluctuation, unlike the natural flow of ordinary wind, but rather carrying a certain purpose and intention.

Yun Muhan's eyes narrowed, and he shouted, "Be careful!" At the same time, he swung his hand sharply, and a sword light shot out from his palm. It was the Dugu Sword that he had summoned.

The Dugu Sword, like a bolt of lightning, pierced through the thick fog, heading straight for the source of the wind. With a clang, the sword light collided with something hard, producing a crisp metallic sound.

Immediately afterwards, a blurry figure appeared in the thick fog. It was a monster covered in scales, its eyes gleaming with a fierce light.