From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 186 Illusory Abyss: Awakening of the Divine Artifact

The world spun around me, and I felt as if I had been thrown into a giant washing machine, tumbling and falling, with endless darkness engulfing me.

When I regained some consciousness, I found myself in a strange space.

A thick fog blanketed the area, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench of decay.

The sticky mud beneath my feet felt like stepping into the entrails of some creature.

Fear, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled tightly around my heart.

I forced myself to calm down and circulated my spiritual energy, trying to dispel the surrounding fog.

However, the fog seemed to have a life of its own, clinging tightly to my surroundings, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't dispel it.

I tentatively walked forward, taking each step cautiously, afraid of falling into some kind of trap.

Suddenly, I saw a blurry figure appear in front of me, like a hunched old man, slowly walking towards me.

It's the Blood Fiend Elder!

His sinister laughter echoed in the mist, like a summons from hell, sending chills down one's spine.

"Little girl, you can't escape! Hand over the artifact obediently, and I might grant you a quick death!"

He lunged at me suddenly, his withered claws like the sharp talons of a falcon, grabbing at my throat with a fierce gust of wind.

I quickly dodged, and his attack missed, but it brought with it a foul stench that made me feel nauseous.

This illusion seemed to amplify his power; I felt his attacks were more ferocious and harder to defend against than before.

I swung my sword to defend, but it felt like I was hitting cotton; I couldn't exert any force at all.

Damn!

What kind of bizarre place is this illusion?!

I was exhausted, dodging the Blood Fiend Elder's attacks time and time again, and I could feel my spiritual energy being rapidly depleted.

Despair washed over me like a tidal wave. Was I really going to die here?

Just when I was about to give up, I heard a chilling voice come from the depths of the mist: "Hehehe... How lively! Looks like I'll get a piece of the pie too!" That voice...

It's the King of the Underworld!

My heart sank to the bottom instantly.

"Looks like I'm in luck today..." A dark figure gradually emerged from the mist, its scarlet eyes, like will-o'-the-wisps from hell, staring intently at me.

The eerie laughter of the Netherworld King still echoed, and countless ghostly green flames flickered erratically in the thick fog, as if the gates of hell had been opened.

Sharp wails rose and fell, and countless vengeful spirits surged out from the will-o'-the-wisps, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on me.

Their icy touch felt like countless ants gnawing at my skin; my spiritual energy was rapidly depleted, and my body grew weaker and weaker.

Fear, like an invisible hand, gripped my throat tightly, making it almost impossible for me to breathe.

Damn!

This is a nightmare!

I brandished my longsword, desperately slaying these vengeful spirits, but their numbers were simply too great. For every one I killed, two more would appear, seemingly endless.

I felt my body getting heavier and heavier, as if it were filled with lead, and every swing of the sword was incredibly difficult.

The fog around me grew thicker and thicker, making me feel suffocated.

Everything in the illusion seemed to be deliberately tormenting me, wearing down my will, and plunging me into the abyss of despair.

Just when I was about to break down, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of me.

Ling Feng!

He held a long spear, his gaze cold and devoid of any emotion.

He actually treated me like an enemy!

"Anyone who trespasses on this forbidden area shall die!" he roared, his spear, radiating a fierce killing intent, thrusting straight at my chest.

My heart is filled with helplessness and anger. Why?

Why even him...

I barely dodged Ling Feng's attack, but the Blood Fiend Elder seized the opportunity and struck me in the back with a palm.

I coughed up a mouthful of blood, staggered back a few steps, and almost fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the Ghost King of the Underworld laughed even more triumphantly: "Hehehe... Little girl, you're doomed today!" He commanded the vengeful spirits to surge towards me like a tide, surrounding me completely.

I closed my eyes in despair. Was I really going to die here?

Suddenly, I felt a powerful force surging from within me...

"Stop!" A clear, cold voice echoed in the illusion...

I suddenly opened my eyes, and a golden light shot out from them, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

I suddenly realized that this illusion was testing my mind!

Fear, despair, anger...

These negative emotions are precisely the source of the illusion's power.

As long as I stay true to myself and don't let these emotions control me, I can break free from this damn illusion!

I took a deep breath and suppressed all my negative emotions.

My gaze hardened, the oppressive atmosphere around me began to dissipate, and the eerie green will-o'-the-wisps gradually died out.

Upon seeing this, the Netherworld Ghost King's expression changed drastically: "What's going on? This is impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible!" I sneered, and the longsword in my hand burst forth with dazzling light. I swung the sword at the Netherworld Ghost King, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, unstoppable.

The Netherworld Ghost King hurriedly dodged, but was grazed by the sword energy and let out a miserable scream.

Seeing this, the Blood Demon Elder also attacked me. I nimbly dodged and dodged, while simultaneously wielding my sword to counterattack, each move deadly.

Ling Feng watched from the side.

I fought with increasing courage and my spiritual power became more and more abundant, as if an endless stream of power was surging out from my body.

I poured all the spiritual power in my body into the longsword and slashed at the Blood Fiend Elder.

The Blood Fiend Elder was unable to dodge in time and was struck by the sword energy. He let out a miserable scream as his body was torn apart by the sword energy and turned into a cloud of black mist that dissipated into the air.

Seeing that things were not going well, the Ghost King of the Underworld turned around and tried to escape, but how could I let him have his way?

I flashed and blocked his path, sneering, "Trying to leave? Not so easy!" I swung my sword at the Netherworld Ghost King. He desperately tried to defend himself, but my attacks grew increasingly fierce. In the end, he couldn't withstand it and was pierced through the heart by my sword.

The Netherworld Ghost King let out a shrill scream, and his body turned into a cloud of black mist and dissipated into the air.

The illusion has finally been broken!

The surrounding fog dissipated, revealing the original appearance.

I stood there, looking at everything before me, my heart filled with emotion.

Suddenly, I felt a powerful force calling to me. I followed this force and came to an ancient altar.

In the center of the altar, there was a divine sword that radiated a dazzling light.

I reached out, wanting to grasp the divine sword, but then I heard a voice whisper in my ear: "You've finally arrived..."

I was enveloped in golden light, warm and powerful, and I felt as if I were in my mother's arms.

The voice was ethereal and otherworldly, yet it carried a touch of intimacy, as if it were a call from ancient times.

"You are..." I asked instinctively, but my outstretched hand trembled involuntarily.

"I am the sword spirit of this divine sword. I have been asleep for ten thousand years, and I have finally waited for you." The sword spirit's voice echoed in my mind, like a gentle stream, cleansing my soul.

"You are the chosen one."

The chosen one?

I was jolted, and a surge of power welled up from the bottom of my heart and flowed throughout my body.

I feel a strange connection between myself and this divine sword, as if it were innate and inseparable.

The divine sword on the altar emitted a dazzling light, within which ancient runes seemed to come alive, dancing and swirling across the blade.

I reached out and gently grasped the sword hilt. A powerful force instantly surged into my body, and I felt my strength increase like never before.

"The mystery of unlocking the seal lies within your heart," the sword spirit's voice rang out once more. "Feel it with your heart, touch it with your soul."

I closed my eyes, cleared my mind, and tried to feel the power of this divine sword and touch the ancient secrets it contained.

I felt as if I had traveled back in time, witnessing countless heroes and warriors fighting valiantly for this divine sword, and seeing its glorious history of slaying demons and protecting the common people.

I understand!

I suddenly opened my eyes, a determined light shining within them.

I infused my spiritual power into the divine sword, and the ancient runes emitted a dazzling light. The seal on the altar began to crumble, and a powerful force erupted from the divine sword, sweeping across the entire Illusionary Abyss.

The Blood Fiend Elder and the Netherworld Ghost King were blasted away by this powerful force, spitting out blood and turning pale. They looked at me in terror, as if I were a god.

Holding the divine sword, I stood amidst the light, like a celestial maiden descending to earth, majestic and invincible.

At that moment, I became an object of everyone's admiration, and this scene will surely become an eternal classic.

As I felt the immense power contained within the divine sword, a slight smile appeared on my lips.

But that smile quickly froze, because I sensed that the power within the divine sword seemed somewhat disordered…

"What's going on?" I muttered to myself, my brow furrowed.