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The name "Netherworld Paradise" exudes a chilling and mysterious aura, instilling a sense of dread. Li Ye gazed at the entrance before him, filled with anticipation and fighting spirit.
"This is the entrance to Netherworld Paradise," Li Ye said, excitement gleaming in his eyes.
Zhiruo softly remarked, "This name sounds formidable; we need to be cautious."
Yan Yuchen tightened her grip on her sword and nodded, "Indeed, there must be many dangers within the secret realm, but there will also be endless opportunities."
Su Yue looked around and smiled, "As long as we work together, we can surely conquer this Netherworld Paradise."
Li Ye nodded in agreement and then instructed Liu Fei and Specter, "You two go in first to scout the way. Be careful."
The two zombies nodded and approached the shimmering barrier. The barrier flickered slightly, and Liu Fei and Specter passed through it, disappearing into the mist.
Li Ye turned to the others, "Let's follow. Remember to stay alert."
Everyone responded in unison and then stepped through the barrier one by one, entering Netherworld Paradise. The world beyond the barrier seemed isolated from the outside, shrouded in thick fog, with a chilling atmosphere permeating the air. Li Ye led the way, his companions closely following as they ventured into this enigmatic Netherworld Paradise, ready to face unknown challenges and opportunities.
As he surveyed the secret realm before him, Li Ye felt a shiver run down his spine. The world within Netherworld Paradise resembled the underworld—extremely cold and desolate, with rugged terrain exuding a strong sense of death. The entire environment seemed abandoned by time and life, leaving only endless darkness and coldness. In the mist, distorted trees and shattered rocks could be faintly seen, each inch of land radiating a bone-chilling coldness.
This oppressive aura of death resonated with Zhiruo's Reverse Heaven's Cold Shadow technique, causing her cultivation method to circulate on its own. The Cold Spirit Needle beside her became even sharper. She felt an increase in Chill within her body and couldn't help but feel wary.
Li Ye noticed Zhiruo's unusual state and felt a chill himself; it seemed that the Nine Nether Spirit Control Technique and Heavenly Physician Ancient Scroll being found together in the ancient tomb was not mere coincidence. At that moment, a moon from his sea of consciousness on the left began to glow with Ghost Orchid light and flew out from his mind, hovering behind Li Ye's head, larger than his head by two circles. At this moment, Li Ye appeared akin to Buddha, except that Buddha's golden light was replaced by a bright moon of Ghost Orchid.
As the bright moon rose, the Spiritual Energy within the secret realm began to surge, gathering and merging into the moonlight. The Spiritual Energy flowed in like a tide, allowing Li Ye to feel an immense power entering his body.
Suddenly, deep within the secret realm, the eyes of a female corpse slowly opened. She spoke softly, her voice seeming to transcend the boundaries of time and space: "Have you come?"
Hearing this voice, Li Ye furrowed his brow and cautiously looked towards the coffin. His instincts told him that this female corpse was extraordinary and perhaps closely related to the power of the secret realm.
Zhiruo approached Li Ye and whispered, "Brother Ye, this place is extremely cold; my Cold Shadow Technique has been affected. It seems this place is not simple."
Yan Yuchen also tightened her grip on her sword, her eyes glinting with caution: "Young Master, be careful. I feel that this place is not ordinary."
Li Ye nodded and said solemnly, "Everyone stay alert; there is indeed something interesting here."
The female corpse slowly sat up. Her face was incredibly beautiful but carried an eerie coldness. She had a flawless visage, her features exquisitely carved, with eyes as red as burning rubies and skin as pale as snow, radiating a chilling glow. Her long hair cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulders, and she wore an ancient Red Long Skirt that fluttered as if she were a peerless beauty from ancient times.
She sighed softly and said, "It has been too long; so long that I have lost track of time. Since we have guests, let me welcome you properly." With a gentle wave of her hand, the entire secret realm began to distort.
The world before everyone gradually blurred and melted away; everything became unreal, as if they had entered a dream. Zhiruo opened her eyes to find herself in a small wooden cabin. The cabin was simple yet cozy, with walls made of wooden planks and dried herbs hanging by the windows, emitting a faint herbal fragrance. The interior was sparsely furnished; a wooden bed leaned against the wall with a clean quilt spread over it. In one corner stood a rough wooden table covered with various herbs and tools—mortar and pestle for grinding herbs, cutting knives, and several clay jars filled with medicinal plants. In another corner was a stove with an iron pot simmering herbal soup, filling the air with its aromatic scent.
Outside the window was a lush forest; sunlight filtered through the leaves onto the ground, casting dappled shadows. Next to the cabin was a small herb garden filled with various plants, vibrant with life. Everything in the village appeared so simple and exuded an earthy aroma from the mountains nearby where herbs were gathered for use by skilled Herbalists who healed others.
Zhiruo was suddenly taken aback; wasn't this her grandfather's small cabin? She had returned to the little wooden house where she once lived with her grandfather. Just as she marveled at this surprise, an elderly voice called from outside: "Ruo Ruo, my dear granddaughter, come out and help your grandfather grind some medicine; Er Zhuang in the village has hurt his back, and I need to make him some ointment."
Upon hearing this voice, tears instantly fell from Zhiruo's eyes; it was so familiar! This was her grandfather who had raised her. But her grandfather had passed away when she was only eight years old! Who was outside?
Zhiruo wanted to quickly roll out of bed but ended up falling hard. She looked at her body again and realized she was in the form of an eight-year-old child, with small arms and legs. The sound startled someone outside, and hurried footsteps approached. Clearly, this person was anxious as he entered the room, looking at Zhiruo with concern and saying, "Why did my little Ruo Ruo fall?"
Zhiruo looked up at the person before her; he was a kind old man with gray hair, a gentle face, and wrinkles around his eyes filled with warmth and affection. He wore a simple gray robe and carried the scent of herbs.
Tears flowed uncontrollably as Zhiruo blurted out, "Grandpa!"
The old man quickly picked up Zhiruo, gently patting her back to comfort her, saying, "Oh, oh, oh! Ruo Ruo, don’t cry." The warmth of his embrace, the smell of herbs on him, and his tender words were so familiar to Zhiruo that she choked up and couldn't say a word.
After an unknown amount of time had passed, Zhiruo finally calmed down a bit. The old man set her down and asked with concern, "Why is little Ruo Ruo crying so much today?" His caring words and gentle gaze made everything feel familiar; there was no doubt this was Grandpa. Zhiruo cried as she said to him, "I miss you so much, Grandpa."
Grandpa smiled and patted Zhiruo's head, saying, "Isn't Grandpa right here? Grandpa is with you every day." Tears streamed down Zhiruo's face as she replied, "Grandpa has been gone for many years. I haven't seen you in so long. I'm so scared—so scared that you're not real and so scared that all of this is real."
Grandpa smiled at Zhiruo and said, "Grandpa hasn't left; I'm here with you. Is little Ruo Ruo dreaming?" Zhiruo felt a wave of confusion wash over her. A dream? Could it really be a dream? Grandpa didn't die; everything was just a big dream of hers. Brother Ye was a dream; the Heavenly Physician Ancient Scroll was a dream; all her experiences were just a dream?
Her mind was in chaos, filled with contradictions and confusion. She remembered those days—the warm embrace of Brother Ye, his smile, his encouragement and protection. She recalled how she learned the Heavenly Physician Ancient Scroll, how she saved people time after time in danger, how she fought alongside her companions. Was all of this really just a dream? If it were a dream, why did it feel so real?
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