Abyss Walker

Chapter 16 Space-time Black Hole

Yun Muhan's movements were swift and decisive. With a flick of his wrist, the Qiankun Painting Brush appeared in his palm.

This pen is not only a divine artifact, but also a symbol of the final nine sources of power in the heavens.

The pen emanates a faint glow, as if it contains endless mysteries and power.

Talion's movement came to an abrupt halt just before he was about to touch the Qiankun Painting Brush; his hand retracted swiftly as if electrocuted.

Yun Muhan noticed this change in Talion, and his heart was filled with doubt and curiosity.

Talion's fear was so obvious that Yun Muhan couldn't help but wonder who "she" was that could frighten someone like Talion.

Talion's knees slammed heavily onto Yun Muhan's knees the next moment, his body trembling slightly, clearly overwhelmed by the power of the Qiankun Painting Brush.

The Qiankun Painting Brush in Yun Muhan's hand began to shimmer with an even more dazzling light, which flowed towards Talion like water, enveloping his entire body.

These rays of light seemed to have a life of their own; they coiled around Talion's body, constantly rotating and intertwining, forming a cage of light.

A flicker of fear crossed Talion's eyes as he began to struggle, trying to break free from the light's hold.

His muscles tensed, his body twisted, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free from the seemingly gentle yet indestructible bondage of light.

As the light intensified, Talion's struggles grew increasingly futile, and despair filled his face.

Finally, after a flash of intense light, Talion's figure was completely absorbed into the Qiankun Painting Brush and vanished without a trace.

Yun Muhan looked at the spot where Talion had disappeared, his hand that was tightly gripping the Qiankun Painting Brush relaxed slightly, and he let out a long breath.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, a mixture of sympathy for Talion's fate and confidence in his own power.

The light of the Qiankun Painting Brush gradually subsided and returned to calm, but Yun Muhan was well aware that the power contained in this brush was far more than that, and its secrets still awaited his further exploration and discovery.

Yun Muhan moved like lightning, his speed reaching its limit. Xi Ling nestled tightly against his chest, her eyes filled with trust and reliance.

Yun Muhan had only one thought in his mind: to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible and protect Xi Ling's safety.

However, fate always seems to like playing tricks at crucial moments.

Just as Yun Muhan was about to reach the exit of the black hole, the rotating black hole suddenly stopped spinning. It was as if space was forcibly squeezed shut by an invisible hand, and the exit of the black hole slowly closed in front of them.

"Damn it, it had to close at this exact moment." Yun Muhan couldn't help but curse aloud, his voice filled with anger and helplessness. His body stopped at the last moment, only inches away from the exit, yet it felt like an insurmountable distance.

Just then, the spirit sealed within the Qiankun Painting Brush let out a mocking laugh: "Hahaha, kid, let me out, and I'll help you break this space, how about it?"

The Ringwraith's voice was full of provocation and mockery; he seemed to be enjoying Yun Muhan's predicament.

Yun Muhan didn't hesitate at all; a resolute glint flashed in his eyes. He knew that the Ringwraith's words were untrustworthy; this sealed being couldn't possibly be genuinely helping him.

Yun Muhan acted swiftly and decisively, throwing the Qiankun Painting Brush directly into his ring space.

The ring space is an independent entity, isolated from the outside world. It can store items and, of course, seal away some dangerous entities.

Yun Muhan's ring space is filled with a mysterious power that can suppress the power of the ring spirit, preventing it from causing trouble.

The Ringwraith's voice gradually faded within the ring's space, its taunts and provocations suppressed by Yun Muhan's decisive actions.

A resolute glint flashed in Yun Muhan's eyes. He knew he had to find another way to break this space; he couldn't rely on this untrustworthy Ringwraith.

Yun Muhan glanced around, his eyes filled with vigilance and determination. He knew he had to find a way out as soon as possible, otherwise he and Xi Ling would be in even greater danger.

His body was tense, ready to deal with any situation that might arise.

Yun Muhan's dragon body was enormous and majestic, its scales shimmering faintly in the dim space, and each impact carried a breathtaking power.

His dragon claws were as sharp as knives, leaving afterimages in the air with each swing.

However, even a dragon as powerful as Yun Muhan seemed somewhat powerless against the incredibly solid spatial barrier.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Yun Muhan's eyes. His dragon breath formed visible wisps of white mist in the air, and his voice carried a trace of weariness: "It seems we can't get out!"

His words revealed a deep sense of frustration; despite his immense power, he seemed helpless in this mysterious space.

Xi Ling's figure appeared exceptionally petite next to Yun Muhan's dragon body. Her eyes were filled with worry, but also with a firm belief.

Her voice was gentle yet firm, like a warm spring breeze, trying to dispel the gloom in Yun Muhan's heart: "Husband, don't be anxious, rest for a while! There will definitely be a way out." Her palm gently stroked Yun Muhan's dragon scales, trying to give him comfort and strength.

Yun Muhan lowered his dragon head slightly, his gaze deep and complex, his heart filled with struggle.

He had considered summoning the Namielle Pearls, his most powerful magical artifact and his last trump card.

However, the power of the Namielle Balls is not inexhaustible. Each use requires a large amount of energy, and their current condition is not ideal, meaning they can only be used once more.

Yun Muhan was filled with conflicting emotions. He knew the importance of the Nether Dragon Pearl and was unwilling to use it lightly unless absolutely necessary.

His body curled up slightly, and the luster on his dragon scales seemed to have dimmed, indicating that his power was gradually being depleted.

Seeing this, Xi Ling became even more worried. She moved back and forth around Yun Muhan's dragon body, as if searching for something.

Her eyes gleamed with wisdom as she considered every possible way out, unwilling to give up any glimmer of hope.

The surrounding spatial walls remained incredibly solid, like invisible barriers that firmly confined them within this small space.

However, Yun Muhan and Xi Ling's will was not defeated. Their eyes still burned with an indomitable flame. They believed that as long as they did not give up, they would definitely find a way out.

Half a month later...

"Sigh, it's been dozens of days! We still can't get out."

Yun Muhan's face was filled with exhaustion and helplessness. His eyes had lost their former brilliance, replaced by deep haggardness.

His voice was slightly hoarse, and every word seemed like a sigh squeezed out from the depths of his heart, revealing his anxiety and helplessness.

His gaze darted through the surrounding darkness, as if searching for a glimmer of hope.

Xi Ling's face was full of worry, and her eyes revealed her deep concern for Yun Muhan. "Why don't we just stay here? It's just the two of us here anyway, so it's not like we can't stay here forever."

She gently took Yun Muhan's arm, her movements conveying a sense of dependence and reluctance.

Her voice was gentle and warm, as if she were comforting a wounded child, and her words revealed a determination to overcome difficulties with Yun Muhan.

Yun Muhan shook his head. Although his movement was slight, it revealed a firmness and unyielding spirit. He gently stroked Xi Ling's little head, his gesture full of love and doting affection.

His voice was low, but every word was full of strength and determination: "No, I can't give up on myself. We will definitely get out of here. We also want the entire fox clan to witness our wedding."

A flicker of emotion crossed Xi Ling's eyes, her voice trembling slightly, but filled with unwavering determination and deep affection. "My husband, none of that matters. At least we can stay together forever, never to be separated. Even if this area is filled with darkness, I am not afraid."

Although the surrounding environment was dark and oppressive, the two figures shone exceptionally brightly in the darkness. Yun Muhan and Xi Ling clung tightly to each other, their figures forming a warm ray of light in the darkness.