Abyss Walker

Chapter 91 Dream Valley

Yun Muhan's steps were light; as he followed the old man, each step seemed to tread upon the dust of history. The threshold of the wooden house was not just a door, but a threshold leading to an unknown world.

As he crossed that threshold, he felt as if he had traveled through time and space, entering a mysterious and tranquil realm.

The light inside was not glaring, but rather as soft as mercury flowing through every corner.

Sunlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting a soft glow on the antique furniture and decorations. The herbal aroma in the air, carrying a hint of bitterness and freshness, brought a sense of peace to the mind.

The old man's figure moved slowly ahead, his steps steady and composed, as if he knew every corner and every door in the place like the back of his hand. They passed through rooms decorated in a simple and rustic style, each room revealing a sense of the weight of time and the accumulation of wisdom.

The paintings hanging on the walls and the utensils on the table all demonstrate the extraordinary taste and profound knowledge of the owner of this space.

Finally, they arrived at a spacious hall. This hall was much grander and more magnificent than the previous rooms.

The hall's high ceiling gave it a solemn and dignified feel. The central wooden table was huge and heavy, its surface etched with countless marks of time, each mark seemingly telling an ancient story.

The table was covered with all sorts of strange maps and scrolls, varying in color and texture; some were yellowed, while others remained vibrant.

These maps and scrolls, covered with intricate lines and symbols, seem to conceal untold secrets. Beside them lie some ancient instruments, their construction exquisite and complex, each gear and pointer precisely positioned where it should be.

The astrolabe lay quietly on the table, its surface engraved with constellation patterns, as if it could predict future fate.

Yun Muhan's gaze swept over these items, and he felt as if he were standing before an ocean of knowledge, where every detail was full of value for exploration.

The old man gestured for Yun Muhan to sit down, then took a heavy, leather-bound book from the bookshelf. "This is the history and secrets of the Fairy Realm," the old man's voice was deep and powerful, "Only the chosen one can read it. Are you ready?"

Yun Muhan nodded, feeling both nervous and excited. He reached out and gently touched the book cover, feeling a warm force emanating from his fingertips.

Seeing this, the old man nodded in satisfaction and began to slowly turn the pages of the book.

"This fairyland, called 'Dream Valley,' is a mysterious place that exists between reality and dreams. It is protected by ancient magic and the power of nature, and only those with pure hearts can enter."

As he spoke, the old man pointed to a mark on the map, "Look, this is where we are."

Yun Muhan stared at the map, which depicted rolling mountains, deep forests, and winding rivers, all of which seemed so real yet dreamlike.

Yun Muhan couldn't help but ask, "Then, what is my purpose in coming here?"

The old man smiled slightly, a profound light flashing in his eyes: "Everyone's journey is unique. Your arrival here may be fate's arrangement, or it may be the desire deep within your own heart. In this fairyland, you will face many challenges, but you will also discover many miracles."

Yun Muhan took a deep breath; he knew this would be an extraordinary adventure. He stood up and said firmly to the old man, "Then, let's begin. I'm ready."

The old man's face was etched with the marks of time, and his eyes revealed a profound wisdom.

His fingers gently stroked the wand, which was not only a magical artifact but also like an old friend of many years, witnessing countless storms and miracles. The wand's surface was engraved with intricate runes, each rune containing ancient and mysterious power.

As the old man gently waved his wand, his movements were composed and elegant, as if he were performing a silent dance. The light at the tip of the wand was as soft and bright as the first rays of dawn, tracing a graceful path through the air before completely enveloping Yun Muhan.

Yun Muhan felt a warm and powerful force permeating his body. This force was like a spring breeze, filling every cell of his body with vitality.

His body became light, as if freed from the constraints of gravity, and he could even feel his heartbeat becoming more peaceful and powerful under the influence of this force.

The light surrounding his body was like a thin halo, swaying gently with his breath.

This halo was not only warm, but also had a strange texture, like being gently wrapped in the softest feathers. Yun Muhan felt as if he were in a warm embrace, safe and comfortable.

His body seemed to float upwards involuntarily, a feeling both strange and wondrous. His hair fluttered gently in the light, and his clothes swayed softly with the fluctuations of the light.

"Go, young traveler. The secrets of Dream Valley await your discovery. Remember, whatever difficulties you encounter, maintain courage and wisdom."

The old man's voice echoed in Yun Muhan's ears. As the light faded, Yun Muhan found himself standing on a completely new piece of land.

Yun Muhan looked around and found himself in a mysterious forest. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the treetops, dappling the ground, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of earth and leaves.

Taking a deep breath and feeling the vitality of this land, an unprecedented excitement welled up in my heart.

Yun Muhan remembered the old man's words: the secrets of Youmeng Valley awaited him to uncover. This would be a journey that tested his courage and wisdom. He checked his belongings to make sure everything was ready.

The ring contained essential food and water, as well as some basic tools, which could only be used by the ring. Yun Muhan began to walk along a path that seemed to have been trodden out by passing travelers.

Yun Muhan's steps were light yet firm, each step filled with anticipation for the future. Soon, he encountered his first challenge: a turbulent river blocked his path. The water was surging and appeared unfathomably deep.

Yun Muhan immediately looked around, searching for a way to cross the river. On one side of the river, he found some thick vines that stretched from one side to the other, seemingly forming a natural bridge.

He carefully gripped the vines and began to cross the river. The muscles in his arms and legs were tense, and every movement was made with caution.

The river roared beneath his feet, but Yun Muhan's mind was only on his goal. Just as he was about to reach the other side, suddenly, a huge water snake leaped out of the water, opening its blood-red mouth to attack him.