From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 255 New Territory Exploration: Xiao Yao's Perilous Encounter

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..." My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly scanned my surroundings, but I couldn't find the speaker.

I continued forward cautiously, each step landing on the rune-covered ground.

These runes vibrated slightly beneath his feet, trembling like harp strings, radiating a powerful force.

I felt a warm aura flowing into my body from the rune, (vn here may be a misspelling, and the meaning is not relevant and can be omitted from translation), which calmed my mind.

But this tranquility was soon broken. As I took my third step, a violent tremor suddenly resounded through the valley.

The runes on the ground suddenly lit up, and a powerful light burst forth from them, instantly enveloping me.

I felt a tremendous force impacting my body, as if I had been struck by a thousand pounds of force. I instantly lost my balance and fell to the ground.

The pain burned my skin like a raging fire. I felt a sharp pain in my chest, and a mouthful of salty blood welled up in my mouth.

I struggled to lift my head, and the sight before me filled me with despair.

The runes around me seemed to come alive, constantly pulsating and releasing powerful auras. A sense of oppression permeated the valley, as if an invisible force was suppressing me.

I struggled to stand up, but my body felt as if it were being crushed and I couldn't move.

"This is just the beginning..." A chilling voice rang in my ears, and the runes in the valley flickered continuously, seemingly summoning an even greater danger.

My heart tightened. The runes flickered more rapidly and shone brighter, like countless greedy eyes staring at me, making my scalp tingle.

I tried desperately to move a finger, but found my body as heavy as if it were filled with lead, and I couldn't move at all.

Panic surged through me like a tidal wave, and I felt it was hard to breathe. My throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, dry and astringent.

A chilling aura crept in, carrying a heavy stench of blood, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, coiling around my neck.

I smelled the nauseating odor, and my stomach churned.

The surrounding light grew dimmer and dimmer, and the runes' radiance was gradually swallowed by the darkness. I felt as if I were in a bottomless abyss, where I couldn't see my own hand in front of my face.

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

In the darkness, I heard a rustling sound, like some kind of creature crawling, getting closer and clearer.

My heart was pounding like a drum, each beat striking my chest.

I strained to open my eyes, trying to see clearly in the darkness, but all I could see was a blurry shadow, twisting and writhing in the darkness, like a giant spider, slowly approaching me.

"Who...is there..." I used all my strength to barely make a sound, my voice was so hoarse that I could barely hear it myself.

My response was an even clearer crawling sound, and a chilling whisper: "Hehehe...fresh flesh and blood..."

A cold hand suddenly grabbed my ankle...

The icy touch came from my ankle, like a venomous snake coiling around me, making the hairs on my body stand on end.

Fear surged through my body like an electric current. I instinctively tried to struggle, but found that I still couldn't move.

That cold hand slowly tightened, its sharp nails piercing my skin, bringing a sharp, piercing pain.

"Hehehe... Don't be afraid, you won't feel pain for long..." That cold voice rang out again, with a hint of mockery and cruelty.

I could feel the hand that was gripping my ankle slowly moving upwards, the icy touch spreading across my leg like a crawling worm, making me feel nauseous.

My stomach churned, and I almost threw up.

The fear of death overwhelmed me like a tidal wave; my mind went blank, leaving only endless despair.

Am I really going to die here like this?

Not reconciled!

I haven't achieved my goal yet, I haven't found my way home, how can I die like this!

A strong will to survive surged from the bottom of my heart, like a wildfire, dispelling the fear that shrouded my heart.

I can't give up, I have to live!

I forced myself to calm down, tried to control my trembling body, and began to carefully observe the runes around me.

The runes continued to flicker, their light flashing intermittently, like breathing.

I noticed that although these runes looked chaotic, they subtly followed some kind of pattern.

I forced myself to endure the pain and focused my attention on the runes, trying to find a pattern in them.

The evil aura around me seemed to sense my change as well. The previously restless runes slowed down their flashing speed, as if they were observing me with curiosity.

The cold hand stopped moving and rested on my calf. The cold touch was still clear, but it was no longer so frightening.

Time passed second by second. I was highly focused, and everything around me seemed to disappear, leaving only me and these flashing runes.

I felt a strange power flowing through my body, resonating with the power of the runes.

Suddenly, a thought struck me, as if I had grasped something crucial.

I took a deep breath, slowly closed my eyes, and focused all my attention on that one point.

"Wait..." a questioning voice sounded in my ear, tinged with surprise, "What...what is she doing?"

I focused my mind and guided the power within me that resonated with the runes.

I felt that the runes that had been suppressing me seemed to have undergone subtle changes as I guided them.

They no longer exuded a cold and oppressive aura, but became gentle, as if they had submitted to my will.

I tried to channel that force into the hand that was gripping my ankle, and that hand suddenly began to tremble violently, as if being torn apart by an invisible force.

That chilling voice let out a scream, like the wailing of a vengeful ghost, which made me feel a surge of pleasure.

"Ah—! This is impossible! How could you...!"

I could feel the forces binding my body disappearing, and I regained control of my body.

I suddenly opened my eyes, which gleamed with confidence.

The surrounding runes shone brightly, as if they had been summoned by me.

I pressed my hand to the ground and used a powerful force to reverse the power of the runes.

Those runes that were originally meant to devour me have now become my weapons.

A powerful force erupted from the runes, surging into the darkness like a raging torrent.

I heard screams coming from the darkness, and the hand that was gripping my ankle finally let go.

I slowly stood up, feeling the power surging within me, and my heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

This force was so powerful and surging that it seemed poised to destroy everything.

I could clearly feel the surrounding danger rapidly dissipating, replaced by a tranquil and peaceful power.

The scene before them began to return to normal, the light of the runes gradually faded, and the valley returned to its original tranquility.

The sunlight shone down again, casting golden rays on the ground, as if a nightmare had just ended.

A faint, pleasant fragrance filled the air, a stark contrast to the stench of blood from before.

I took a deep breath, savoring this hard-won peace, and my heart was filled with joy.

"You..." The chilling voice rang out again, its tone filled with obvious shock, "This is impossible... How could you..."

"Nothing is impossible!" I sneered, my voice filled with power. "My destiny is in my own hands! You demons and monsters, you can't stop me!"

I took a step forward, and the runes on the ground resonated faintly, as if responding to my words.

I felt a more powerful force awakening within me.

"Damn it! I won't let you get away with this!!" The voice, tinged with resentment, vanished completely into the air.

The valley returned to complete tranquility, the sunlight was warm and gentle, and a light breeze brought a refreshing coolness.

I moved my body around and felt a surge of energy.

I know I have successfully weathered this crisis, and I will emerge stronger.

I looked up and gazed ahead, my eyes firm and full of hope.

I know that there are even greater opportunities waiting for me to explore in the Immortal Realm.

"Let's go, we should go to the next place." A voice suddenly rang out, with a hint of languor I had never heard before. I turned to the side and saw a man leaning against an ancient tree, holding a wine pot in one hand and raising it towards me. "Beauty, what are you looking at? Come here, I'll treat you to a drink."