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Elder You stood at the altar of the tribe, looking at the gradually dissipating light in the night sky, a hint of imperceptible worry flashing in her eyes.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her sixth sense told her that this was not just a simple phenomenon, but something related to her son, Han Che.
She turned to her people behind her and ordered, "Immediately go find Han Che, no matter where he is, and bring him back."
Upon hearing Elder You's command, the people immediately dispersed, turning into swift shadows and disappearing into the night.
Elder You stood alone on the altar, her fingers involuntarily caressing the sacrificial utensils in front of her, silently reciting the long-standing prayer, hoping that the ancestral spirits would protect her son Han Che and keep him safe.
Deep down, she quietly speculated that Han Che's character would not allow him to stand idly by as Zhang Jin embarked on the journey to the Styx alone; he would surely find a way to accompany him.
"I never expected to have such deep feelings for Zhang Jin, especially before he arrived, I had a good feeling for the Yun Yan... but it hasn't reached this point yet." Elder You's heart was full of regret, and couldn't help but ask himself why he didn't firmly keep Zhang Jin.
In Elder You's heart, there is both pride in his son's courage and sense of responsibility, as well as deep concern for the unknown dangers.
It's late at night, and the wind is getting colder. Elder You puts on a heavy beast skin cloak and continues to wait at the altar, waiting for the search team's report.
Time passes by minute by minute, and the surroundings remain quiet, only occasionally broken by the calls of night birds.
Finally, a tribesman came back panting, with a look of unease in his eyes: "Elder You, we have searched all the possible places Han Che might have gone, but we have not found any trace of him."
Elder You's heart sank, her intuition told her that Han Che had indeed gone to Styx, and most likely had already entered that mysterious place, The Gates of the Underworld, with Zhang Jin and Yun Yan.
She took a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm: "Keep searching, don't give up, until we find Han Che."
The people, although weary, set out again under the firm command of Elder You, continuing their search in the darkness.
Elder You remained alone at the altar, her gaze becoming resolute and far-reaching, as if she could see through the night and into the distant Styx.
She knew that her son, the barbarian tribe's Young tribal leader, was embarking on an unprecedented journey in that distant and mysterious place.
As a mother and the mother of the tribal leader, the only thing she could do was wait here and believe that her son would return safely.
In the midst of the Styx, the water flows leisurely, as if carrying a thousand years of secrets, slowly streaming.
Zhang Jin, Yun Yan, and Han Che moved forward in the small boat along this mysterious river.
The mist on the river surface lingered like a thin veil, concealing the traces of time and blurring the boundaries of space.
Han Che Standing at the bow of the ship, his gaze was resolute, the short sword in his hand reflecting a faint blue light, as if ready to face unknown challenges at any moment.
His posture was like a bronze statue, both steady and dignified.
Yun Yan She sat at the stern, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the amulet around her neck, her expression a complex and indescribable one.
Her gaze was at times resolute, at times revealing a hint of unease, like a deer in the ancient forest, alert and sensitive.
Zhang Jin Sitting in the middle of the boat, her gaze sometimes fixed on the river, sometimes turning to her companion, with a longing for seeking the truth in her eyes.
Her hands gently rested on her knees, with an elegant and composed posture, as if she were a sage ready to listen to the arrangement of destiny.
"This river seems to have a life of its own," Zhang Jin murmured softly, her voice drifting over the surface of the river with a hint of confusion.
" Han Che," she turned to Zhang Jin, a hint of depth flashing in her eyes. "The river is a passage for souls, guiding them to find their resting place."
Yun Yan Listening to these words, a glimmer of understanding flashed in her eyes, and she nodded gently, "Our ancestors also said that Styx is the bridge between life and death."
The boat slowly passed through a mist, and after the mist dispersed, a vast river appeared before them. The river water, illuminated by the moonlight, shimmered with a faint blue light, unreal in its beauty.
"Look over there!" Yun Yan She suddenly pointed to a whirlpool on the surface of the river, her voice tinged with a hint of surprise.
In the center of the whirlpool, there seemed to be flickering light, like the radiance of a soul, pure and sacred. The whirlpool slowly spun, and the light rose within it, eventually dissipating into the air.
"That is the sublimation of the soul," said Han Che in a low and reverent voice, his gaze closely following those light spots.
Zhang Jin gazed at the scene, feeling a strange sense of emotion welling up in his heart: "They have finally found their own place."
Three people fell silent for a while, all deeply drawn in by the scene before them. The mystery of the Styx surpassed their imagination. This place was not only the resting place of souls, but also seemed like a sacred domain, inspiring awe in their hearts.
Suddenly, the water on the surface of the river became turbulent, and the small boat began to sway. Zhang Jin's expression changed slightly as she tightly gripped the edge of the boat, trying to maintain her balance.
"Be careful!" Han Che shouted loudly, leaning forward to steady the boat.
Yun Yan also quickly stood up, her movements agile, assisting Han Che in stabilizing the boat.
"What is this?" Zhang Jin's voice carried a hint of panic.
"The test of Styx," the voice of Han Che was firm, with a determination that showed in his unwavering gaze.
The boat sways from side to side in the swift current, and the three people must exert all their strength to maintain balance.
Suddenly, a stronger current rushes over, causing the boat to shake violently.
Yun Yan Lost her balance and fell backwards. Han Che acted quickly, grabbing her arm and pulling her back onto the boat.
"Thank you, Han Che," Yun Yan said with a trembling voice, a grateful smile on her face.
Han Che nodded, didn't say much, but there was an unmistakable determination in his eyes.
Watching this scene, Zhang Jin's respect for Han Che increased even more.
She knew that in such an environment, everyone relied on each other.
Just then, a huge whirlpool appeared ahead, its center seemingly leading to another world.
The ship was being drawn toward the center of the whirlpool by an irresistible force.
"What should we do?" Zhang Jin's voice was filled with tension.
"Stay calm and follow me," he said as he stood up, his voice filled with confidence.
The three of them held onto the edge of the boat tightly as it entered the whirlpool. Everything around them became blurry, and time seemed to freeze in that moment, as if space had lost its meaning.
When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in a completely new place along with the ship.
"Are we already dead?" the voice of Yun Yan was weak, her eyes filled with confusion.
"No, this is the other end of the Styx, the resting place of souls," said the Han Che voice, with a firmness in his gaze that revealed deep reverence.
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