Abyss Walker

Chapter 93 Mysterious Woman

————Forbidden Land of the Gods————

Wanmie looked at the large door in front of him, and suddenly the door opened its eyes, instantly bringing a suffocating feeling as if it were being stared at from hell.

Wanmie immediately felt a pressure that was trying to control him or possess his body.

But a few moments later...

Gatekeeper: What kind of freak is this kid? With my overwhelming power, I couldn't even budge him a fraction. Could it be... an indestructible divine soul? Truly, heaven is helping me!

The gate opened with an imposing voice, "You have trespassed into my place of recuperation. Do you know the consequences?"

"I was surrounded and my life was hanging by a thread... just now..."

The voice at the gate carried an unmistakable mockery. "Can't even handle the brats besieging you? Are you a piece of trash?"

"I……"

“I have heard of your deeds. You are indeed promising and capable. You could even say that you are fully capable of becoming a God Emperor.”

Wanmie hurriedly spoke up. "This junior dares not. The God Emperor is supreme, and this junior has no intention of coveting him."

"It's alright, you can have it. To tell you the truth, the God of Wan is not long for this world. You are not the son of the God of Wan, but you can still win the competition for the title of God's Son."

The gatekeeper continued, "Among the divine sons of the Wan God Emperor, the only ones who pose a threat to you are 'Wan Jueyu,' known for his ruthlessness, and 'Wan Yeta,' known for his reputation, and finally, 'Wan Jiebie,' known for his terror."

"..." After a moment of silence, Wanmie asked, "What should this junior do?"

Damen: You startled me. I thought he wasn't interested. But then again, it makes sense, after all, it's a divine position.

"I will bestow upon you a copy of the 'Undying Sword Technique.' Come back to me after you have mastered it."

"Thank you, senior... May I ask?"

"Don't ask any more questions, just practice."

"Yes, this junior will take his leave."

Wanmie quickly withdrew from the forbidden area: His cultivation level... is terrifying. Not only had he never heard of it before, but...

Wanmie looked at the "Undying Sword Technique" in his hand and asked, "Do I really want to practice it?"

……

————Dream Valley————

Yun Muhan's steps were firm and powerful, each step seeming to measure the depths of fate. In the heart of Youmeng Valley, mist swirled, as if concealing endless secrets.

His gaze pierced through layers of mist, finally settling on an ancient stone prison.

There, a woman is imprisoned, and her existence seems to be closely related to the secrets of the entire Dream Valley.

She was slender, as if a gust of wind could blow her away, but beneath this fragile appearance lay an indomitable strength.

Her skin was so pale it was almost transparent, like the finest porcelain, making one hesitant to touch it, for fear that it might break at any moment.

Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, jet black and shiny, shimmering with a faint glow even in the dim light, like stars in the night sky.

A faint melancholy lingered between her brows, but this melancholy did not feel heavy; instead, it added to her mysterious charm.

Her lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, seemingly silently proclaiming her strength and resilience. Her nose was straight and prominent, like a work of art meticulously sculpted by a master, adding a touch of nobility to her face.

Her hands were slender and long, her fingers gently interlaced, resting quietly on her knees, every movement exuding elegance and composure.

Even in adversity, she maintained a composed demeanor, as if her soul had transcended the constraints of the body and reached a higher realm.

She wore a simple white dress, which, though plain, could not conceal the noble air she exuded. The hem of the dress swayed gently with her slight movements, like ripples on the water, gentle and serene.

Despite facing adversity, she maintained a composure and elegance, as if her very existence was a challenge and struggle against fate.

A strange emotion welled up in Yun Muhan's heart. He knew that this woman was definitely not simple.

"Who are you?" Yun Muhan's voice echoed in the empty valley, breaking the silence.

The woman smiled slightly, her voice as clear and melodious as a spring in a valley: "Who I am is not important, what matters is why you came."

Yun Muhan did not answer directly. His gaze was fixed on the woman, trying to find the answer in her eyes. He could sense a powerful force within her, a force closely related to the mysterious power of Youmeng Valley.