Abyss Walker

Chapter 43 The Trial of Guardians (Part 2)

Yun Muhan sensed a powerful fluctuation of spiritual energy, and he knew that this was the beginning of the second trial.

The beam of light, like a sacred ray descending from the heavens, illuminated the surrounding space. Dust particles in the air danced within the beam, as if imbued with life. At the center of this light, a figure gradually solidified from transparency, as if it had stepped out from another world.

The warrior's figure was like an ice sculpture, every line appearing cold, hard, and sharp. His skin reflected a faint blue light under the beam of light, as if it were sculpted from the purest ice crystals.

His face was stern, his features sharp, and his brows revealed an indomitable fighting spirit and unwavering determination. His eyes were deep, gleaming with a challenging light—a yearning for the strong and a love of battle.

The ice sword in his hand emanated a chilling aura; its blade was crystal clear, as if forged from millennia-old ice, its edge sharp and radiating a cold light. The hilt was likely inlaid with an ice-blue gemstone, which shimmered with an eerie glow with the slightest vibration of the blade. This sword was not merely his weapon, but a symbol of his power.

The warrior stood tall and straight in the pillar of light, like a warrior emerging from a frozen ancient battlefield, exuding an inviolable majesty. His presence chilled the surrounding air, as if time itself had frozen before him.

As the beam of light gradually dissipated, the warrior's figure became fully visible. He slowly raised his head, his gaze sharp as lightning, scanning his surroundings. He seemed to be searching for something—perhaps an opponent, perhaps a new challenge. In any case, his arrival undoubtedly foreshadowed an impending storm.

"Welcome to the second level of the Frozen Lands, the Endless Battle." The warrior's voice was as clear as the clash of ice crystals. "I am the guardian of this place. Only by defeating me can you move forward."

Yun Muhan gripped the Dugu Sword tightly in his hand. He could sense that the opponent's spiritual power was at a similar level to his own, but Yun Muhan felt no fear whatsoever.

Dugu Jianling: This battle is not only a contest of strength, but also a contest of will and skill. If you are not up to the task, just activate 'Poison Dragon Eclipse'.

Don't underestimate me!

Yun Muhan chuckled inwardly: Try to outdo me in combat skills? If I were to lose to an ice illusion, wouldn't I have lived three thousand years in vain?

"Come on!" Yun Muhan shouted, his spiritual energy flowing through his body, and his weapon glowed faintly.

The warrior's swordsmanship was sharp and direct; each swing was like a winter's chill, carrying a cold and deadly force. The frost gathered on the blade seemed to freeze the air around it, each thrust appearing to freeze space itself, the chill penetrating to the bone, aimed directly at Yun Muhan's vitals.

Yun Muhan's figure moved across the battlefield like a ghost, his steps light and agile, each movement precisely avoiding the warriors' swords. His eyes were calm and focused, watching his opponent's every move, searching for that fleeting opening.

As the battle progressed, Yun Muhan gradually adapted to his opponent's rhythm, and he began to guide the fight with his own. His body seemed to blend into the surrounding environment, and every dodge appeared so natural and fluid, like a leaf in the wind, moving with the wind and unrestrained.

Yun Muhan's sword was no longer a simple swing; it began to be infused with spiritual power, each swing carrying a powerful aura. A faint light shimmered on the blade, a perfect fusion of spiritual power and the sword's edge. Each swing was like the warm spring sun, breaking through the frost and bringing life.

Although the warrior's frost power was formidable, it gradually proved insufficient against Yun Muhan's ice-breaking momentum. Yun Muhan's swordsmanship grew faster and fiercer, each attack like a thunderbolt, unstoppable.

Yun Muhan's sword sliced ​​through the air with a whistling sound, each clash with the warrior's sword sparking dazzling flames. The duel between the power of frost and the force of breaking ice was like a dance of ice and fire, beautiful yet dangerous.

Although the warriors' defenses were sturdy, cracks began to appear under Yun Muhan's relentless attacks.

"Very good, your strength is not bad." The warrior suddenly stopped attacking, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes. "But from now on, I will not hold back."

As soon as he finished speaking, the warrior's spiritual power erupted, and the light on the ice sword became even more dazzling. Each swing carried even greater power and speed.

Dugu Jianling: ...Did I provoke him?

Yun Muhan felt the pressure increase, but his eyes burned with an even more fervent fighting spirit.

Yun Muhan began to use his spiritual power to counter the opponent's attacks. Each collision was like a battle between ice and fire; the interplay of frost and spiritual power filled the entire battlefield with awe-inspiring power fluctuations.

The battle lasted for a long time, and Yun Muhan's physical strength and spiritual energy were greatly depleted, but his will became more and more firm.

Finally, after a fierce exchange, Yun Muhan found the warrior's weakness, thrust out his sword, and accurately struck the opponent's vital point.

The warrior's figure gradually dissipated, turning into specks of ice crystals, while Yun Muhan, panting heavily, stood in the center of the battlefield. He knew that this victory was only the beginning; deeper within the frozen land, many more trials awaited him.

But Yun Muhan was full of confidence, because he had already proven his strength and determination. "No matter how difficult the road ahead may be, I will forge ahead until I uncover all the secrets of this mysterious place."

Yun Muhan's chest rose and fell with each deep breath, his breath condensing into wisps of white mist in the cold air before slowly dissipating. He closed his eyes, feeling the power flowing within him, adjusting his breathing to bring his mind and body to their optimal state.

His face was calm, as if he were meditating silently, temporarily casting aside all distractions and the noise of the outside world.

When Yun Muhan opened his eyes again, his gaze was even more resolute and sharp. His eyes pierced through the mist before him, looking into the depths of the frozen land. The cold air there was as solid as a physical entity, thick and heavy, and every molecule in the air seemed to tremble in this cold current.

Deep within the frozen land lies a place where even breathing feels icy cold. The chill is biting, seemingly penetrating the skin and reaching the very marrow. The ice here has remained frozen for millennia, as solid as rock, reflecting a faint light that bathes the entire space in a ghostly blue glow. The cracks in the ice resemble menacing faces, telling tales of this land's antiquity and mystery.

Yun Muhan knew that the frozen land concealed unknown dangers and challenges, but it also contained the power that could change fate.

His heart was filled with both awe for the unknown and a thirst for exploration. Though his steps were heavy, each one was exceptionally firm. His figure gradually blurred at the edge of the frozen land, eventually disappearing into the cold depths.

The world around him seemed to freeze because of Yun Muhan's determination, leaving only his lonely and resolute figure and that frozen land that seemed to freeze even time.

Yun Muhan knew that the third trial would be even more difficult, but he felt no fear whatsoever.