Dapeng's Time Travel Life

Chapter 528 The Mist of the Forbidden Land and the Emergence of the Mysterious Altar

After successfully defeating the black-robed figures, Zhang Peng and his group paused briefly in the narrow, cramped passage to recover the spiritual energy they had expended in the battle. The passage was filled with a pungent, acrid smell, a mixture of the decaying stench of dissipated dark power, making it nauseating; every breath felt like swallowing filth, causing extreme discomfort. Zhang Peng slowly stood up, the Starry Sky Power within him flowing gently like a stream, silently repairing the damage he had suffered in the battle. His eyes revealed exhaustion, but even more so, a resolute determination and vigilance. He knew that the dangers of the Forbidden Land extended far beyond these black-robed figures; unknown terrors might lurk in the shadows, waiting for their chance to strike.

"Is everyone alright?" Zhang Peng looked at his companions with concern, his eyes full of worry.

Murong Yu stretched his arm, which was so sore it was almost numb, and forced a smile. "It's nothing, this little injury is nothing to me. But who knows how much trouble awaits us in this forbidden land?" As he spoke, he subconsciously tightened his grip on the Chaos Breeze Sword, as if doing so would give him a bit more courage.

Liu Ruoli gently stroked the jade flute in her hand, her movements soft and slow, as if comforting a wounded friend. She then carefully put it away and nodded slightly in response, "I'm fine too. It's just that the dark power in this place is too strong. From now on, we must be even more careful and cautious, and cannot afford to be negligent in the slightest." A trace of worry was revealed in her eyes as she looked into the depths of the passage, as if endless dangers lurked there.

Su Yi emerged silently from the darkness like a ghost. His face was still as pale as paper, devoid of any color, as if all life had been drained from him. But his eyes gleamed with a sharp, eagle-like light: "The dark forces will certainly not give up easily. They must have other ulterior motives in this forbidden land." His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of darkness.

Lan Bing waved her staff, and ice magic, like a clear spring, spread through the passage, quickly dispelling some of the nauseating stench. She said softly, "No matter what dangers lie ahead, we will face them together and never back down." Her voice, though gentle, was full of unwavering strength, giving people a sense of reassurance.

After a brief rest and packing, the group cautiously continued their journey through the passage. As they ventured deeper, the light grew dimmer, as if swallowed by darkness, and the temperature plummeted, chilling them to the bone. With each breath, white mist billowed from their mouths and noses. The runes on the walls, though their light was faint, like candles flickering in the wind, still emanated a mysterious and ancient power, as if whispering long-forgotten secrets of this forbidden land.

Suddenly, without warning, a thick, inky black mist surged from the passage ahead, spreading rapidly like a raging tide and completely enveloping the entire passage in the blink of an eye. A powerful and malevolent dark force permeated the mist, making one feel as if a boulder was pressing on their chest, suffocating them, and causing fear to spread wildly within them like weeds. Zhang Peng reacted swiftly, immediately unleashing the power of Starry Sky, forming a dazzling shield in front of him. The shield, like a blazing sun, radiated dazzling light, striving to resist the encroaching mist.

"Everyone be careful, something's wrong with this fog!" Zhang Peng shouted, his voice echoing through the fog, filled with tension and vigilance.

Murong Yu gripped the Chaos Breeze Sword tightly, its blade trembling slightly and emitting a low hum, as if it too sensed the danger lurking within the mist. He warily surveyed his surroundings, his eyes filled with vigilance: "I have a feeling that something in this mist is watching us from the shadows." His voice was low, as if afraid of disturbing the unknown entity within the mist.

Liu Ruoli played a soft, soothing melody, attempting to use sound waves to perceive the situation within the mist. However, the sound waves vanished quickly within the mist, like stones sinking into the sea, bringing back no useful information. "This mist can devour all perception; our magic is even more restricted here." Her brows furrowed slightly, a worried expression on her face, and a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Su Yi cast a dark spell, attempting to conceal himself and infiltrate the mist to investigate. However, the moment he stepped into the mist, he felt a powerful repulsive force, like an invisible wall, forcefully pushing him back. The dark spell quickly dissipated within the mist, melting away like snow under the sun. "This mist also has strong resistance to dark spells; we can't proceed rashly," his voice came from the darkness, tinged with helplessness and frustration.

Lan Bing waved her staff, and ice magic condensed into a thick layer of ice at the edge of the mist, attempting to stop its spread. However, the ice layer melted rapidly under the erosion of the mist; the power of ice magic seemed insignificant in the face of the mist, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. "This mist is too powerful; our power is hardly effective here." A hint of anxiety appeared in her eyes, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Zhang Peng suddenly discovered a faint resonance between the Heart of the Stars and some power within the mist. A thought struck him, and he immediately focused his mind, clearing away all distractions, carefully guiding the power of the Heart of the Stars in an attempt to establish a connection with the power within the mist. As the Heart of the Stars flickered, the mist began to undergo subtle changes. The mist, which had been so thick it seemed almost tangible, gradually thinned, as if gently parted by an invisible hand, revealing a narrow and deep passage.

"Everyone, follow me! The Heart of the Stars seems to be able to open a path for us," Zhang Peng shouted excitedly, his voice filled with hope. He was the first to step into the passage, and the power of the Stars formed a solid protective barrier around him, like an indestructible fortress, resisting the erosion of the mist.

The group followed closely behind Zhang Peng, proceeding cautiously step by step along the passage. Each step was taken with extreme care, for fear of triggering any hidden dangers. At the end of the passage, a massive, mysterious altar slowly emerged. The altar was constructed of black boulders, their surfaces engraved with complex and mysterious runes. The runes shimmered with a dark red light, like flowing blood, emanating a powerful and malevolent aura that sent chills down their spines. In the center of the altar was a huge recess, from which a mysterious power emanated, as if summoning something, or perhaps concealing endless secrets.

"Where is this place?" Murong Yu asked in surprise, the Chaos Breeze Sword in his hand trembling slightly, an unconscious expression of his inner fear.

Zhang Peng's expression was solemn as he carefully sensed the power fluctuations of the altar using the power of the Starry Sky: "This altar seems to be related to the conspiracy of the dark forces. We must be careful and not let our guard down." His voice was low and serious, as if he were conveying the seriousness of the situation to everyone.

Liu Ruoli gently stroked her jade flute, playing a soft melody in an attempt to use sound waves to sense the area around the altar. However, as the sound waves approached the altar, they were mercilessly bounced back by a powerful force. Her expression changed slightly: "There are strong restrictions around this altar; our spells can hardly get close." A hint of helplessness and confusion was revealed in her eyes.

Concealed in the darkness, Su Yi cast dark magic, attempting to probe the secrets of the altar. However, as the dark magic approached the altar, it was swallowed by a powerful force, as if engulfed by a dark abyss, forcing him to retreat. "The power of this altar is too great; we must find a way to break the seal," his voice came from the darkness, tinged with anxiety and urgency.

Lan Bing waved her staff, and ice magic condensed into a thick layer of ice around the altar, attempting to weaken its power. However, the ice melted the moment it touched the altar; the power of ice magic seemed so insignificant and vulnerable before the altar. "The power of this altar is beyond our imagination. What should we do?" Her eyes revealed a hint of helplessness, and her voice trembled slightly.

Just as everyone was racking their brains for a solution, the runes on the altar suddenly shone brightly, and a powerful dark force erupted from the altar like a volcano, sweeping wildly towards Zhang Peng and the others...