Chapter 1028
Powerful Strength
They witnessed ancient immortals casting spells, divine beasts soaring through the heavens and earth, and wondrous scenes of immortals and mortals mingling. These images, like vivid historical records, deepened their understanding and awe of this continent.
Bathed in warm light, the four seemed to have transcended time and space, finding themselves in an ancient world of immortals and heroes. Their expressions varied, but their eyes all shone with curiosity about the unknown and longing for the world of immortals and heroes.
"This...this could be a celestial magic?" Bai Wei's eyes widened, and she unconsciously clenched the silver snake whip in her hand, as if trying to draw some celestial power from it.
Murong Feng closed his eyes and concentrated, as if trying to sense the spiritual energy fluctuations contained within the ancient stone array. "No, this is not a simple spell, but a mark of history, the memory of this continent." He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze profound.
Yang Ling appeared relatively calm. He looked around, trying to find some clues in these historical scenes. "These scenes seem to be conveying something; we need to examine them carefully."
Youlan was completely captivated by these magnificent scenes, her hands moving gently as if resonating with ancient immortals and mythical beasts. "So beautiful! Is this the world of immortals and heroes?"
Just as the four were immersed in this ancient world of immortals and heroes, a powerful force suddenly surged from the center of the stone formation, pushing them to different directions.
"Ah—" Bai Wei exclaimed in surprise, feeling herself being pulled by an invisible force, involuntarily drifting towards a mysterious gate of light.
"Bai Wei!" Yang Ling shouted, trying to grab her hand, but only managed to touch the hem of her clothes. He watched helplessly as Bai Wei disappeared into the portal of light.
At the same time, Murong Feng and Youlan were also drawn into different portals. The power at the center of the stone formation seemed to be intentionally separating the four of them.
"Murong Feng! Youlan!" Yang Ling called out anxiously, but his voice was drowned out by the profound power of the stone formation.
The next moment, Yang Ling also felt a powerful force pulling him towards a portal of light. Everything went black, and he immediately lost consciousness.
When Yang Ling opened his eyes again, he found himself in an unfamiliar valley. The valley was filled with a faint, ethereal mist, and the distant mountains appeared and disappeared, like a fairyland.
"Where am I?" Yang Ling stood up and looked around. He noticed that his longsword had returned to his hand at some point, and the blade gleamed with a faint cold light.
"Could I have been transported to another dimension?" Yang Ling wondered, and tried to circulate his spiritual energy, only to find that everything was normal.
Just then, a melodious flute tune drifted from afar. The clear, pleasant sound seemed to possess a certain magic, drawing people closer.
Yang Ling followed the sound of the flute and soon arrived at the shore of Qingche Lake. A young girl in white was sitting by the lake, intently playing the flute.
The girl's appearance was pure and ethereal, like a fairy untouched by worldly affairs. Her flute music was melodious and captivating, enchanting all who heard it.
Yang Ling stood quietly to the side, afraid of disturbing this beautiful scene. Only after the girl's flute music stopped did he step forward, cup his hands in greeting, and say, "The girl's flute music is truly exquisite and intoxicating."
The young woman looked up, a faint smile on her face. "Thank you for the compliment. Are you also skilled in music, young master?"
Yang Ling shook his head, "I know nothing about music theory, but the young lady's flute playing is so moving and unforgettable."
The young woman chuckled softly, "You flatter me, sir. I was just playing a tune to relieve my boredom when I had nothing else to do."
The two exchanged a smile, as if a tacit understanding had developed between them. Taking the opportunity, Yang Ling asked, "Does the young lady know where this place is? I was accidentally teleported here by a mysterious force and was just looking for someone to ask."
The girl nodded. "This place is a hidden valley in a fairyland called 'Valley of Forgetfulness.' If you don't mind, young master, you can stay here for a few days. Perhaps you can find a way back."
Yang Ling was extremely grateful. "Thank you for taking me in, young lady." So Yang Ling stayed in Forget-Worry Valley and spent his days with the girl in white. After a few days, the two became like close friends.
"Young lady, do you live alone in this Valley of Forgetfulness?" One day, Yang Ling finally asked the question that had been bothering him.
The girl in white smiled slightly and replied, "Indeed, I am the only one here. I love tranquility, and this Valley of Forgetfulness is the paradise I have found."
"What does that girl usually do?" Yang Ling asked curiously.
"Besides cultivation, I play the flute, enjoy tea, appreciate flowers, and occasionally paint landscapes. My life is quite pleasant," the girl in white replied, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes.
"Such a life is indeed enviable," Yang Ling sighed, then asked, "Does the young lady know how I can return to my original world?"
The girl in white pondered for a moment and said, "I have heard that there is an ancient teleportation portal in this fairyland that may be able to send you back. However, that portal is extremely well hidden, and the method to open it has been lost for a long time."
Upon hearing this, Yang Ling's eyes flashed with disappointment, but he quickly rallied his spirits. "No matter what, I must give it a try. Do you know the approximate location of that teleportation portal, young lady?"
“I have read in ancient texts that the portal may be hidden deep within the ‘Illusory Mist Forest.’ But that forest is full of mist and unknown dangers. If you wish to go there, you must be extremely careful,” the girl in white warned.
Yang Ling nodded, a determined light flashing in her eyes. "Thank you for the reminder, young lady. I will head to the Illusionary Mist Forest now."
A few days later, Yang Ling, carrying the instructions of the girl in white and the map she had drawn herself, embarked on his journey to the Illusionary Mist Forest.
After traveling through the forest for many days, Yang Ling finally arrived at the depths of the forest. There in front of him was an ancient stone gate, with intricate runes carved on it, exuding a mysterious aura.
"This must be the ancient teleportation portal." Yang Ling was secretly delighted and stepped forward to examine the stone gate carefully.
Just then, the stone gate emitted a deep rumble and slowly opened. Upon seeing this, Yang Ling stepped inside without hesitation.
Everything went black for a moment, and when Yang Ling opened his eyes again, he found himself back in his original world. He was surrounded by familiar scenery, and the air was filled with the scent of human life.
"I'm back!" Yang Ling was excited, but he didn't forget the help from the girl in white. "If I have the chance, I will definitely go back to Forget-Worry Valley to thank her."
However, when Yang Ling tried to find the entrance to the Valley of Forgetfulness, he discovered that he couldn't find it no matter what he did. It was as if the time he spent with the girl in white was just a beautiful dream.
"Perhaps, the Valley of Forgetfulness never existed in this world; it was merely an illusion within the fairyland." Yang Ling felt a pang of sadness, but then his spirits lifted. "No matter what, I must cultivate diligently, hoping that one day I can re-enter the fairyland and reunite with her."
Therefore, Yang Ling made up his mind to cultivate diligently, hoping to eventually return to that mysterious fairyland and see the girl in white again.
Spring came and autumn went, and several years passed in the blink of an eye. Yang Ling's cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, and he became a master of immortal martial arts. He often practiced swordsmanship alone in the deep mountains, comprehending the way of heaven and earth.
Every night when all was quiet, he would take out the map drawn by the girl in white, gaze at the Valley of Forgetfulness where he once lived, and feel endless longing in his heart.
On this day, Yang Ling was cultivating atop the mountain when suddenly the world changed color, and a golden light descended from the sky, enveloping him. Yang Ling felt his body lighten, and was carried by the golden light into the sky. (End of Chapter)