Abyss Walker

Chapter 21 A Sign of Great Misfortune - Clouds...

Xi Ling stopped talking and instead took Yun Muhan's arm, strolling around the city.

"Don't try to run away!"

A sudden sound broke the tense atmosphere; the voice carried a hint of mockery and confidence, as if laughing at the pursuers' helplessness.

The owner of the voice, an ordinary-looking man in black, was barely visible in the shadows of the cave. His steps were light and swift, as if he were playing hide-and-seek with his pursuers.

The strange symbol embroidered on the black-clad man's collar shimmered mysteriously in the dim light. This symbol seemed to represent his identity or the organization he belonged to, adding to his mystique.

A sly glint appeared in his eyes; he was brimming with confidence in his escape plan.

"Husband, please help me quickly."

However, Yun Muhan's attention was drawn to Xi Ling's call. He could have chosen to ignore the conflict, but Xi Ling's request made it impossible for him to stay out of it.

His figure moved like lightning, swiftly and decisively leaping forward to intercept the man in black.

Yun Muhan moved with lightning speed, his eyes were firm and sharp, and his body left a trail of afterimages in the air, instantly arriving in front of the man in black.

His palm was like a sharp blade, whistling through the air, striking the black-clad man's vitals.

Before the man in black could finish speaking, he was struck by Yun Muhan's attack. His body flew backward like a leaf caught in a gust of wind, crashing heavily to the ground.

The man in black's consciousness went dark in an instant, and the cunning and confidence in his eyes were replaced by a sudden fainting spell.

"Thank you so much for your help, senior. I am deeply grateful..."

"No need, here you go." Yun Muhan's voice was firm and powerful, his words concise and direct, without the slightest hesitation.

The gourd in Yun Muhan's hand stood out conspicuously in the crowd; it was the one he had just snatched back from a man.

The gourd's surface gleamed with a faint luster, as if it contained some kind of mysterious power.

The man in the official robes was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting Yun Muhan to refuse his thanks so directly.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across his face, but it was quickly replaced by respect. His eyes revealed respect and gratitude for Yun Muhan.

“Senior, this thing doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to that fortune teller over there. I was just maintaining order.” He immediately pointed to a simply dressed fortune teller behind him.

The crowd surged toward Yun Muhan like a tidal wave, their eyes filled with admiration and curiosity.

Their voices were noisy; some were praising Yun Muhan's bravery, while others were asking about what had happened, and the scene became chaotic for a moment.

After sensing Yun Muhan's gaze, the fortune teller hurriedly squeezed out from the crowd.

His steps were hurried, his face showing anxiety and anticipation.

Although his clothes were simple, his eyes revealed a subtle, calculating shrewdness.

"Thank you for helping me retrieve the treasure gourd, sir. I hope you can return it to me."

When Yun Muhan handed him the gourd, a hint of excitement flashed in the fortune teller's eyes.

He quickly took the gourd, his hands trembling slightly, showing how much he valued this treasure.

He held the gourd tightly in his arms as if it were a priceless treasure, his eyes filled with gratitude, remembering Yun Muhan's kindness.

Yun Muhan stood quietly to the side, his figure standing out in the crowd.

His gaze was calm, as if everything that had just happened was a trivial matter.

Yun Muhan pulled Xi Ling, who was standing in the crowd watching the show, over: "Can you tell our fortune?"

"This……"

"Isn't it said in the martial arts world that one should repay kindness? Why won't you even help us with divination?"

"Let it go, my husband, don't make things difficult for him." Then, she whispered in Yun Muhan's ear in a voice she thought the fortune teller couldn't hear, "Maybe he's just some charlatan?"

"Very well, since you insist that I perform divination for you, then I will do so. Please, sir, have a seat." He then pointed to the chair in front of his stall, which was surrounded by a crowd of onlookers.

Yun Muhan immediately sat down. The fortune teller glanced at Yun Muhan's face and asked a few questions, while silently reciting incantations and rapidly deducing: ...

After a while...

The fortune teller's face was ashen, his brows furrowed so tightly they looked as if they could trap a fly.

His eyes were fixed on Yun Muhan in front of him, revealing an indescribable solemnity and vigilance.

After a long while, the fortune teller moved his body slightly, slowly raised his right hand, and made a gesture of invitation.

The movement seemed simple, but under his tense expression, it appeared particularly heavy, as if raising his hand had used up all his strength.

As soon as he made that move, the atmosphere around him instantly became tense, making it hard to breathe.

Yun Muhan sensed the drastic change in his mindset and immediately instructed the official in robes beside him to protect Xi Ling. Then he left with her.

Yun Muhan had clearly realized long ago that this fortune teller was no ordinary person, but he wondered what kind of divination he had that could elicit such a reaction from the fortune teller.

The two flew to a spot in the wilderness and landed...

The fortune teller said directly, "You will become a demon, and not just any ordinary demon."

"Just becoming a demon? Then there's no need to worry. Becoming a demon is no big deal."

"No, it's not just about becoming a demon. I've taken a closer look at your and your wife's fate."

Yun Muhan was very curious: "You can see destiny? What is the destiny of my wife and me?"

The fortune teller remained calm: "Let me tell you yours first! Besides, given your current state, even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me."

Before Yun Muhan could speak, the fortune teller continued, "Your name is definitely on the Demon Sealing List. And what cannot be changed will never be changed. Furthermore, your divination indicates a very ominous sign."

At this moment, Yun Muhan thought to himself: According to the records of the Demon Sealing List in his previous life, there were only five Demon Lords.

The first one was named Mo Qiandao Zun. He was extremely cruel and mysterious, and he wielded the Blade of Fear. However, he eventually died when he was besieged by six gods.

The second is the Demon Emperor of Nirvana Abyss. This person is extremely mysterious, appearing and disappearing without a trace, and there is absolutely no record of her demise in the history of her previous life. She is also the only woman on the Demon Sealing List.

The third was named Gash the Demon Lord. He was incredibly insane and extremely bloodthirsty, and ultimately died at the hands of the Celestial Qingyou.

The fourth one is called Gard, whose personality is extremely similar to that of Gash, and the two are sworn brothers. In the end, he also died at the hands of the Celestial Qingyou because he tried to help Gash avenge him.

The fifth was named Wan Dao Mo Zun, who bore a striking resemblance to Mo Qian Dao Zun. His other appearances were not extensively documented in history. Ultimately, however, he perished at the hands of twelve celestial beings.

The Demon Sealing List has always been incredibly arrogant, but anyone who has appeared on the Demon Sealing List will eventually become a demon god who wreaks havoc on the world.

Yun Muhan's question deepened: "You first said that my name must be on the Demon Sealing List, but an ominous sign is a deadly thing."