From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 254 Journey to the Immortal Realm: Xiao Yao's Perilous Journey

The violent shaking of the cloud boat sent a chill down my spine.

Ahead, the once pristine white sea of ​​clouds was now shrouded in an eerie gray-black mist.

The mist churned and surged like a lurking beast, its eerie aura sending chills down my spine.

"Watch out, something's wrong ahead..."

A deep male voice came from behind me. Before I could turn around to see who it was, I felt a strong force pushing me into the mist.

"Ah!" I exclaimed, my body falling uncontrollably downwards.

The wind howled in my ears, and the icy mist stung my skin like countless tiny needles.

I quickly circulated my spiritual energy to steady myself.

However, the mist seemed to have a peculiar suppressive force, and my spiritual energy flowed abnormally sluggishly, as if it were bound by something.

Everything around me became blurry; all I could see was the swirling, grayish-black mist in front of me.

The thick fog was mixed with a pungent, fishy stench that made me feel nauseous.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed through the mist, as fast as lightning!

Before I could react, I felt a sharp pain coming from my arm.

Looking down, I saw a deep, bone-revealing wound on my arm, from which blood was gushing out.

"What is that?!" I was startled and quickly looked around warily.

However, the fog obscured my vision, and I couldn't see anything.

All that could be heard were chilling hissing sounds coming from all directions, growing ever closer.

Another dark shadow flashed by, and this time I barely dodged the attack, but my sleeve was torn with a long gash.

My heart was filled with fear. What terrifying creature was hiding in this fog?

They were so fast and their attacks were so sharp that I couldn't defend myself at all!

Fear surged into my heart like a tide, and I felt my breathing become rapid.

The excruciating pain from my wounds made it almost impossible for me to concentrate.

"Damn it!" I gritted my teeth, enduring the pain, and circulated my spiritual power again.

Just then, I heard a chilling voice echoing through the mist: "Heh heh... fresh flesh and blood..."

My heart sank, and a chill ran from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

"Who?!" I shouted sharply.

"Hehe...you'll find out soon enough..." The voice grew closer, carrying a hint of mockery and cruelty.

I gripped the sword tightly, forcing myself to calm down.

Now is not the time to be afraid; I must find a way to escape!

Suddenly, my foot seemed to step on something, a hard and cold sensation coming from the sole of my foot.

I looked down and, in the dim light of the mist, I saw what appeared to be a...

Stone?

"This..." My heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition surged into my heart...

This stone seems rather strange...

A chill ran through me; a sense of foreboding washed over me like a tidal wave.

This stone seems unusual.

I carefully crouched down and reached out to touch the stone; the icy touch traveled through my fingertips.

The stone's surface was covered with fine lines, resembling some kind of ancient runes, and it exuded a faint chill.

“This…” I murmured softly, my eyes searching around in the mist.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: Could this fog have some special power that can interfere with my spiritual perception?

I tried to circulate my spiritual energy, but found it became even more sluggish, as if it were bound by invisible chains.

Everything around me became even more blurry, and I couldn't even accurately determine my location.

A strong sense of unease welled up inside me, and I began to blindly move forward, trying to find a way out.

However, no matter which way I go, I always seem to end up back in the same place.

The surrounding scenery remained unchanged, and the eerie rock still lay quietly in place, as if mocking my futile efforts.

The stench in the fog grew stronger and stronger, and the pungent smell made my chest feel tight and painful.

"How could this happen..." I muttered to myself, fear and despair beginning to grow in my heart.

The surrounding darkness seemed to engulf me; I felt as if I were trapped in an endless maze from which I could never escape.

Just then, a chilling laugh echoed through the mist: "Hahaha... Foolish mortal, you will never escape this mist..."

I gritted my teeth, suppressing my fear, gripped the sword tightly, and forced myself to remain calm: "I won't give up, there will always be a way!"

Just then, my foot stepped on that cold stone again, and a sense of determination welled up inside me.

I took a deep breath and stomped down hard, as if to trample all the despair and fear under my feet.

The foul-smelling fog felt like a cold, wet hand, gripping my throat and making it hard to breathe.

I staggered and stumbled, like a headless fly darting around in the fog.

Panic, like vines, tightly coiled around my heart, almost driving me insane.

I swung my sword, but could only cut through the air. The hissing sound still echoed in my ears, like a mockery from hell.

What should I do? What should I do?

My mind went blank, and despair surged like a tide, almost drowning me.

I slumped to the ground, letting the cold mist seep into my body and numb my senses.

No! I can't give up like this!

I suddenly raised my head and shook it violently, trying to dispel the fear and despair in my mind.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm myself.

I began to recall every detail of the treasure hunt.

From the first step I took into the immortal realm to the various challenges I experienced, every detail is vividly present in my mind.

I remember being trapped in a looping maze in the first level's Illusion Forest.

Back then, I was just like I am now, filled with fear and despair.

However, I eventually figured out the pattern of the maze and successfully found my way out.

Also, in the second level, in the Flaming Mountains, I was attacked by a group of fire lizards.

Back then, I felt just like I do now, trapped in a desperate situation.

However, I ultimately defeated the fire lizard with my wisdom and courage and successfully obtained the treasure.

Images flashed through my mind; every challenge and every success gave me tremendous encouragement.

I opened my eyes, and my gaze hardened.

The surrounding mist seemed to sense my change and gradually quieted down.

I stood up, and the sword in my hand emitted a clear, ringing sound.

I looked around and a cold smile crept across my face.

"A fog? Heh..." I muttered to myself, "Let's see how long you can keep me trapped!"

I slowly raised my hand, my fingertips gently touching the mist before my eyes...

My fingertips gently touched the mist before me, as if touching the dust of time.

At this moment, all the memories converged in my heart.

I closed my eyes, calmed my mind, and focused all my senses on the gray-black mist.

I began to recall my past experiences, those moments that I considered moments of despair.

In the Illusion Forest, I was once trapped in a looping maze. I discovered the pattern of the maze and, through repeated attempts, finally managed to escape.

In the Flaming Mountains, I was besieged by a group of fire lizards. I used the environment and my wisdom to find the key to victory and finally obtained the treasure.

These memories, like rays of light, pierced through the fear and despair in my heart, giving me new courage and strength.

I took a deep breath, reopened my eyes, and my gaze became firm and bright.

The surrounding mist seemed to sense my change, gradually softening and no longer appearing as eerie and terrifying as before.

I took a deep breath, channeled my spiritual energy to my fingertips, and tried to sense the special energy within the mist.

My fingertips felt a slight tremor, as if I were being electrocuted.

This fluctuation is not random, but rather a regular rise and fall, like the rhythm of ocean waves.

A thought struck me, and I began to walk through the fog, adjusting each step to the fluctuating rhythm.

In this seemingly endless fog, I gradually discovered a unique pattern, as if I were dancing, synchronized with the rhythm of the fog.

The surrounding scenery began to become clearer, the fog was no longer so thick, and I could even vaguely see a glimmer of light ahead.

"So that's how it is. This fog isn't just a simple obstacle; we need to find its pattern to get through smoothly," I thought to myself.

I took a deep breath and quickened my pace. Finally, the ground beneath my feet became solid, and the light ahead became increasingly bright.

I emerged from the fog, and the scenery before me suddenly opened up.

The surrounding area is a wide valley, and the sunlight shines down from the sky, casting golden rays on every corner of the valley.

The valley was filled with ancient runes, which emitted a faint glow, as if telling an ancient secret.

A strong tremor surged within me; these runes seemed to have some kind of connection to me.

I took a deep breath, gripped the sword tightly, and walked forward step by step, my heart filled with boundless anticipation and curiosity.

Just then, a deep voice came from the depths of the valley: "Welcome, Xiao Yao, you've finally arrived..."