Abyss Walker

Chapter 13 Xi Ling!

Fox Crazy Nine's voice echoed in the air, his laughter filled with arrogance and a sense of challenge, every word seeming to provoke the bottom line of the man in black.

His figure moved swiftly through the wind like a bolt of lightning; his speed was extremely fast, and every step he took was filled with determination and courage.

The man in black stopped in his tracks. His movements were sudden and decisive, as if the whole world was under his control.

His voice was calm and indifferent, revealing a disdain for time and a disregard for life.

"What is it? I'm very busy." His words were concise, yet filled with a sense of pressure.

Fox Crazy Nine's face revealed an expression that was both fearless of death and extremely excited. His eyes gleamed with a thirst for battle and a fearlessness in the face of death.

"Hahaha, let's fight to the death!"

His voice was like a war drum, stirring the surrounding air. Powerful peak Nascent Soul energy surged around his body, and his hair danced wildly in the wind like a burning flame.

However, the man in black reacted in a way that surprised everyone. "You want to die? Then I'll grant your wish."

No sooner had the man in black finished speaking than Fox Crazy Nine's body suddenly exploded, blood and flesh flying everywhere, a truly gruesome scene.

Fox Crazy Nine didn't even have time to react. His powerful strength was useless in front of the man in black, and his life was ruthlessly taken away in an instant.

Fox Crazy Nine's soul was expelled from his body. He watched his own body explode, and the enormous gap filled him with unprecedented fear.

His soul trembled in the air, the fear rendering his fearlessness futile.

The man in black's strength far exceeded Foxy Nine's imagination; the level of power he unleashed was something Foxy Nine had never seen before.

The man in black moved swiftly and ruthlessly, seizing Fox Crazy Nine's soul without the slightest hesitation or pity. His power was immense enough to refine Fox Crazy Nine's soul in an instant, then devour it whole.

The man in black vanished in an instant...

If Yun Muhan were present, he would instantly recall the description of him: the progenitor era: a mysterious and fantastical region, inhabited by a group of terrifying and dreadful beings—the Ringwraiths.

The Ringwraiths were clad in heavy black armor, seemingly blending into the darkness. They rode tall and mighty fallen beasts, traversing the skies, their figures as elusive as ghosts.

Their pale, lifeless faces, and their eyes flashing with an eerie red light, revealed endless killing intent and ruthlessness.

Whenever they appear, they are accompanied by a chilling wind and terrifying howls, sending shivers down one's spine.

The Ringwraiths wielded incredibly sharp longswords, their blades radiating an aura of death. Their attacks were swift and deadly, easily tearing through enemy defenses and mercilessly reaping lives.

However, they are now constantly searching for the most precious treasures in the heavens, trying to regain the secret method to restore their physical bodies.

Perhaps influenced by the mysterious power of the supreme treasures of the heavens, they pursued and controlled them almost frantically, or perhaps they wanted to destroy them.

—Inside the Black Hole—

Two figures embraced tightly; they were Yun Muhan and Xi Ling. They were no longer falling, but standing on a dark patch of ground.

It was pitch black all around, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, but the ring on Yun Muhan's hand kept glowing.

Xi Ling shyly broke free from Yun Muhan's embrace. Both of them were deeply attracted by the ring on Yun Muhan's left hand, filled with endless questions.

"Your ring is truly amazing, you should keep it for yourself."

Yun Muhan nodded slightly: "Alright, but our top priority right now is to find that pen as soon as possible."

Xi Ling asked, "What kind of pen would make you risk your life to find it?"

Yun Muhan said with a serious expression, "That pen is no ordinary pen. It is not only a magic pen, but also the future of the entire continent. It is an indispensable piece of the puzzle."

Xi Ling asked curiously, "Oh? What kind of pen is an indispensable piece of the puzzle?"

Yun Muhan said very seriously and earnestly, "That brush is the Qiankun Painting Brush. In the future, it will be controlled by a person named Wanmie Shenjun, and he will use the Qiankun Painting Brush to paint one of the Three Realms."

Xi Ling suppressed a laugh: "Yes, yes, you're right. So, does my husband want to control and paint the Three Realms himself?"

Yun Muhan was stunned. How could he not have thought of that? However, Yun Muhan did not know enough about the God of Complete Annihilation, so he dared not use the Qiankun Painting Brush lightly.

Yun Muhan: Who knows what terrible price we might have to pay? After all, after the painting was created, the God of Annihilation never appeared again.

Yun Muhan suddenly asked in a frivolous tone, "What did you call me?"

Xi Ling, blushing shyly, leaned close to Yun Muhan's ear and whispered, "Husband!"

Yun Muhan hugged Xi Ling tightly: "Hehe, my wife, wouldn't you like to enjoy the warmth of your husband?"

Xi Ling lay obediently in Yun Muhan's arms.

"Never mind, husband, you should help your wife improve her cultivation instead!"

After saying that, he took out a divine-level Spirit-Awakening Grass from his ring, which was specifically for awakening spiritual energy and also greatly improving physical constitution.

Sensing the immense value of this divine herb, Xi Ling quickly shook her head. "No need to waste it. My mother said I'm not suited for cultivation."

"As my wife, you must listen to your husband!"

Yun Muhan continued, "Husband will now help wife raise her spirit and protect her while he's at it."

"But"

"No buts, just listen to your husband!"

After being persuaded by Yun Muhan, Xi Ling sat down cross-legged and quickly entered a meditative state.

Her eyes were closed, her face was calm and serene, and her breathing gradually became steady and long.

At the same time, Yun Muhan stood solemnly beside Xi Ling, guarding her with all his might.

The process of awakening the spirit is very long, and the time will increase based on aptitude, but Yun Muhan waited quietly.

An hour later...

Xi Ling remained seated calmly, while Yun Muhan sat in front of her, continuously transmitting spiritual energy to her.

Yun Muhan thought to himself: This time, the spirit-raising ritual feels strange. Normally, it only takes half an hour, and even abnormal spirit-raising rituals only take an hour. However, with me protecting him, it should be faster.

Two hours later...

Yun Muhan continued to protect Xi Ling, and stopped his wild thoughts, concluding that the timing of the spirit's awakening was due to Xi Ling's constitution.

—In Xi Ling's consciousness—

A little fox lay among a pile of flowers, completely absorbed in the sea of ​​blossoms.

Upon closer inspection, it was none other than Xi Ling, who had been playing in the sea of ​​flowers for two hours.

A voice echoed from above the sea of ​​flowers: "Stay here. There is no war here, and nothing can harm you."

Xi Ling subconsciously asked, "Then can you bring Mu Han in too?"

"No, but I can create a dragon that is exactly the same as him, without any difference. He will never betray you, and he will obey you unconditionally as long as it is you."

Xi Ling snapped back to her senses, surrounded by a halo: "If it weren't for Mu Han, I wouldn't want any peace. You bad people, the bad people who tried to take Mu Han away from me."

A voice echoed in Xi Ling's mind: So be it...

—Inside the Black Hole—

Xi Ling slowly opened her eyes, and Yun Muhan immediately hugged her. "You scared me to death, thank goodness you're alright."

In the darkness, a bright light shone from Xi Ling's spiritual veins, exceptionally dazzling. "I'm so sorry to have worried my husband!"

"It's alright, it ... good that you're back."

Yun Muhan completely ignored the specks of light on Xi Ling's body, and instead held her tightly in his arms, afraid that she would be in danger again.

Xi Ling was held in Yun Muhan's arms the whole time. Xi Ling tried to sense Yun Muhan's true essence, but she could not sense any destiny in him.

Just as she was about to break free from Yun Muhan's embrace, the phrase suddenly echoed in her mind: "One can sense the source of the world, but not its heart."

Xi Ling thought to herself: That's fine, but I must become stronger quickly so that I can protect my husband's safety.

Yun Muhan felt the touch of Xi Ling in his arms. "Wife, what's wrong? You've been acting strange since you opened your eyes."

"I'm fine, is that strange? It's probably just a matter of my constitution!"

"Physical condition? Don't move, let your husband examine you properly."

Yun Muhan dared not delay for a moment. He quickly placed his hands on Xi Ling's body and carefully examined her condition.

As spiritual energy was slowly injected, Yun Muhan's expression became increasingly solemn.