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Suddenly, a more intense disturbance came from the mist, causing the water's surface to be struck as if by a giant rock, splashing up high water sprays.
A huge figure swiftly moved beneath the water's surface, creating whirlpools in its wake.
Zhang Jin's short blade gleamed in her hand, her eyes sharp like those of a night cat, vigilantly staring at the sudden appearance of the huge shadow.
Han Che's figure stood tall like a pine, the sword in his hand reflecting the hazy moonlight, the tip of the sword pointing at the restless water surface, his eyes shining with an unyielding light.
Yun Yan She lightly gripped the throwing knife hidden in her sleeve, her breathing steady and rhythmic, preparing to release a deadly strike in an instant.
The enormous figure beneath the water's surface finally revealed its true form, a colossal creature covered in obsidian-like scales, each emitting a cold, gleaming luster.
Its eyes are like the embers in molten lava, burning with ancient fury and hunger.
"No need to panic, what you see before you is the guardian of Styx," the boatman's voice is deep and charming, revealing a profound understanding of the rules of this river, "They maintain the order of the river, not allowing any creature to cross at will."
He paused and continued, "But... except for my boat."
As he finished speaking, the boatman took out a quaint-looking flute from his pocket and began to play it gently.
The sound of the flute is clear and serene, as if it were a fine rain descending from the sky, crisp and distant. This melody seems to contain an incredible power, piercing through the thick fog and reaching the depths of the Water beast's soul.
The body of the Water beast begins to thrash violently, its massive form churning in the water, causing tumultuous waves. The waves roll like a landslide, seemingly ready to engulf the small boat.
However, in the raging waves, the small boat remained unscathed like a lotus, dancing lightly on the crest of the waves. It seemed to be tightly protected by an invisible barrier, allowing it to stand firm like a mountain despite the roaring wind and waves.
The rolling of the water beast gradually eased, and its massive body, as if bound by a spell, sank slowly into the depths, leaving behind a trail of bubbles as if it were its final words, slowly rising and eventually dissipating into the mist.
The boatman's flute sound still flows gently, as if it has the power to soothe all pain, bringing an unprecedented tranquility to the soul. The mist begins to thin in this mysterious melody, and moonlight seeps through the cracks, casting a warmth on everyone's faces.
Zhang Jin, Han Che, and Yun Yan stand quietly at the bow of the boat, their hearts filled with awe of the unknown, but more so with anticipation for this journey. They know that this is just the beginning of the journey on the Styx, with more mysteries waiting for them to uncover ahead.
The boatman's flute gradually fell silent. He turned around, his deep eyes peering through a veil, lightly scanning the three people before turning back to the front. The oar in his hand gently stirred again, and the boat continued to move forward on the Styx, heading towards the hazy distance.
As time passed, the boat finally approached the shore. The scenery on the shore was vastly different from when they had departed. There was no longer a sense of wilderness, but instead a solemn and sacred atmosphere.
The boatman brought the boat to the shore, then stood there, like a guardian deity, silently watching them.
Zhang Jin stood up first, her gaze firm yet tender. She bowed to the boatman, "Thank you for your guidance."
The boatman nodded, that was his only response.
Han Che and Yun Yan rose one after another, and the three of them set foot on the opposite shore together.
At this moment, they knew that a new journey was about to begin.
And the mysterious boatman, like the journey they experienced, will be forever etched in their memories.
As they stepped onto the other shore, the three individuals' emotions were all different, but they shared a common sense of uncertainty about the future.
The air here is filled with a quiet atmosphere, as if even the wind is whispering, telling the stories of this land.
The scenery on the opposite bank is completely different from the other side of Styx. There is no lush vegetation here, nor any trace of life, only a vast expanse of gray-white land.
In the distance, a few low stone towers can be vaguely seen, standing on the horizon like ancient guards protecting this silent land.
Zhang Jin looked up at the sky, which was a deep blue with no sun or moon, only a few dim and distant stars twinkling.
"Will there really be answers here?" Zhang Jin's voice carried a hint of confusion.
Han Che Turning around, he looked at her with determination: "There is something we need to find here, I can feel it."
Yun Yan gently tugged at Zhang Jin's sleeve, indicating her to look not far away. There was a winding path that seemed to lead to the stone tower. They had no choice but to move forward.
Three people advanced along the path, and although the ground beneath their feet was hard, it was unusually flat, as if the road had been paved just for them.
As they drew closer, the outlines of the stone towers became clearer and clearer. Their surfaces were covered with strange runes that shimmered with a faint light, as if guiding them forward.
"These runes... where have I seen them before?" Zhang Jin furrowed her brow in thought, feeling like she had seen these patterns in her memory, but couldn't quite place it.
" Han Che," approaching a stone tower, he reached out to gently touch the runes. A hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes: "These are ancient guardian spells, used to protect this land from outside intrusion."
Yun Yan gaze fell to the ground, where there was a long, narrow crack emitting a hint of cold air. She murmured, "Every inch of land here is telling a story of the past."
They continued on until they reached an open area with a circular stone formation. In the center stood a massive black stone monument covered in runes.
"What place is this?" Zhang Jin's voice trembled slightly, feeling oppressed by the atmosphere here.
Walking up to the stone monument, Han Che carefully observed the runes, his expression becoming increasingly serious: "This is an ancient altar used to sacrifice the souls that have departed."
Yun Yan walked to the edge of the stone circle and lightly touched the ground with her fingers, as if sensing something: "There is a powerful force here, protecting this land."
The three of them walked around the stone monument and then stopped in the center of the stone circle. The air here was filled with a sacred and solemn atmosphere, making one feel an urge to kneel in reverence.
Zhang Jin looked up at the stone stele, and suddenly felt a kind of resonance in her heart. The runes seemed to be speaking to her, telling her some ancient secrets.
"We've come to the right place," Zhang Jin said with a firm and clear voice, determination shining in her eyes.
Han Che and Yun Yan looked at each other and smiled. They knew that at this moment, their destinies were tightly intertwined, and no matter what lay ahead, they would face it hand in hand.
At that moment, the runes on the stone monument suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and a beam of light descended from the sky, enveloping the entire stone formation.
The figures of the three people became blurry in the beam of light, and then gradually disappeared into this mysterious land.
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