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After an unknown amount of time, Chen Li was the first to open his eyes. He let out a long breath, feeling the abundant spiritual energy within him, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. Finally, he had recovered.
He turned to look at Shen Qingyue beside him, only to find her still immersed in her cultivation. A faint golden light enveloped her, resembling a golden deity radiating an unapproachable brilliance.
Chen Li did not disturb her; instead, he stood up, stretched his limbs, and began to observe the surrounding environment. The cliff seemed to be shrouded in an invisible force, surrounded by thick black mist that obscured visibility. Only a small area beneath his feet was clear.
Chen Li tried to probe with his Divine Soul Power but found that as soon as it touched the black mist, it was completely devoured and could not penetrate through at all.
Strange, Chen Li furrowed his brows, wondering to himself: What kind of place is this?
At that moment, Shen Qingyue also finished her cultivation and slowly opened her eyes.
"How are you feeling?" Chen Li asked with concern.
Now it was truly just the two of them relying on each other for survival.
Shen Qingyue nodded, standing up and brushing off the dust from her clothes. "I’ve fully recovered."
"That's good." Chen Li sighed in relief. "We need to find a way to leave this place; it feels eerie here, and I can't shake off this unsettling feeling."
"Mm." Shen Qingyue agreed with a nod.
The two began to search for a way out, but no matter what they tried, they always ended up back at the edge of the cliff, as if trapped in this area.
"It seems like we're stuck." After several attempts, Chen Li finally confirmed this fact, and his tone grew serious.
"Stuck?" Shen Qingyue's expression changed instantly as she anxiously asked, "Are we going to have to stay here by the cliff for the rest of our lives?"
Chen Li remained silent, carefully observing the surroundings with a furrowed brow, deep in thought.
"No! That's not my style." A smirk appeared on Chen Li's lips as he gazed at the cliff that resembled a flowing black river. "There must be a way!"
"Brother, what do you plan to do?" Shen Qingyue asked curiously, seemingly encouraged by his confidence.
Chen Li did not answer her question but walked over to the edge of the cliff and looked down. Below was an unfathomable depth filled with swirling black mist; he could not see the bottom at all. It resembled an abyss that exuded a chilling darkness.
"How about we fly over on a sword?" Chen Li suddenly proposed a bold idea.
Generally, within these mountains, even the strong wouldn't casually fly on swords. After all, no one knew if a powerful beast would suddenly attack; minimizing the target was the best option. Otherwise, once they took to the skies, they would become a moving target, with their lives at risk at any moment.
However, now they were trapped here with no other choice.
"What? Fly over?" Shen Qingyue exclaimed, her eyes widening as if asking if he was serious. The cliff was so high, and below lay thick black mist—who knew what dangers lurked beneath? What if they fell halfway?
Chen Li nodded heavily and said, "Absolutely. We have no other options now. This place is strange; if we can't find a way out, we might really end up dying here. Rather than waiting for death, we might as well take a chance! I'll fly the sword; let's be careful. If anything goes wrong, we'll turn back immediately!"
Shen Qingyue nodded in agreement. She understood that they truly had no other path to take.
"Brother, you must be careful!"
"Don't worry," Chen Li smiled reassuringly.
With that, he summoned the Flying Sword he had used before. The long sword was entirely black, with a vividly carved black dragon faintly visible along its blade, emanating a sharp sword aura.
"Come on," Chen Li called out as he soared into the sky on his sword.
Shen Qingyue gracefully leaped onto the Flying Sword, landing like a white cloud behind Chen Li. Her delicate fingers gently rested on his shoulder, feeling that familiar warmth and strength.
"Xiao Yue, hold on tight to me. If you fall, I’ll truly become a wandering spirit," Chen Li joked lightly to ease the tense atmosphere.
A faint smile appeared on Shen Qingyue's lips as her mood lightened considerably.
As the Flying Sword ascended, she murmured, "Even if you become a ghost, I will still recognize you!"
The Flying Sword gradually rose higher, and Chen Li's expression grew serious as he focused intently on their flight.
He stared ahead without blinking, his Divine Soul sweeping over a radius of four to five hundred meters like sunlight, able to detect any anomalies at the first moment.
Although he encouraged Shen Qingyue, he himself did not have absolute confidence. After all, in cultivation, nothing is guaranteed. Besides hard work, a bit of luck is also necessary.
He was not a person who hesitated; rather than waiting here to die, it was better to act decisively. The Flying Sword sliced through the void, with a sheer cliff below them. Even with the sword flying in the air, they could not see the bottom of the cliff.
The cold and eerie black mist slapped against their faces, sending a bone-chilling sensation through them. Time passed second by second; although the Flying Sword was incredibly fast, flying over this seemingly endless cliff felt excruciatingly long.
Before they knew it, they had reached the central area of the cliff, and looking back, they could no longer see the shore.
"Brother, we should be close to the other side now, right?" Shen Qingyue looked ahead with a hint of hope in her voice.
Chen Li casually replied, "We should be getting there soon." However, as he spoke, his brow furrowed slightly. He had an unsettling feeling that something was off but couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Hearing this, Shen Qingyue seemed to let go of a burden; her tense nerves relaxed somewhat. "It seems like there really isn't any danger."
Yet, as soon as she finished speaking, the previously still black mist suddenly began to churn violently, rising up from in front of them like stirred seawater and quickly morphing into a massive black vortex!
"Oh no!" Chen Li's face changed dramatically as he exclaimed.
Before he could react further, the Flying Sword was uncontrollably pulled by a powerful suction force, plummeting rapidly toward the black vortex!
"Ah!" Shen Qingyue screamed in fright, tightly closing her eyes and clinging to Chen Li for dear life, terrified of being thrown off.
"Damn it!" Chen Li cursed angrily, desperately trying to control the Flying Sword. But the suction was far too strong; his efforts were utterly futile.
The speed of the Flying Sword increased rapidly and in an instant was sucked into the black vortex, disappearing without a trace. After devouring the Flying Sword, the black vortex seemed to have completed its mission and quickly dissipated, ultimately returning to silence as if nothing had ever happened.
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