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Zhang Rui was in the process of swiftly rushing forward when he suddenly arrived at a steep slope. His steps abruptly paused, quickly adjusting his movements to slow down, but due to the excessive speed, his feet left long skid marks on the hard ground. Due to the intense physical activity, his body temperature rose sharply, causing bursts of white steam to emanate, as if he were a small volcano in the midst of an eruption.
Standing at the edge of the slope, Zhang Rui carefully looked down and found the terrain below to be extremely rugged. The steepness of the slope and the perilousness of the path forced him to temporarily slow down and reconsider his next move. This slope seemed to be a natural barrier, challenging his limits.
In order to lower his body temperature, Zhang Rui began to activate the water elemental magic within his body. This magic flowed like cool spring water, starting from his heart and gradually spreading throughout his body, bringing a refreshing and comfortable sensation. As the magic flowed, his body temperature gradually dropped, and the steam that had been rising slowly dissipated.
During this process, Zhang Rui's thoughts also became clearer. He knew that in order to safely descend this slope, he needed to use more precise magic control. He began to focus his mind, thinking about how to use the elemental magic he had mastered to overcome the challenges ahead. Perhaps he could use the earthy nature magic to stabilize his footing, or use the fire elemental magic again to move lightly and easily overcome this obstacle.
Zhang Rui stood in front of the slope, took a deep breath, concentrated, and felt the flow of magic power in his body. His hands gently clenched, and with his focus and will, the water-based magic gradually gathered in his hands, forming a dynamic and powerful energy. His palms seemed to become a small vortex, where the water flow continued to swirl and strengthen, gradually revealing its power.
Under Zhang Rui's control, the energy of this water flow continued to increase, spreading outward from his palms, forming two clearly visible streams of water. These water streams appeared small and nimble, but in reality, they possessed astonishing power. They were like tamed beasts, quietly waiting for the moment to erupt under Zhang Rui's command.
Zhang Rui felt the surging vitality within the water, his eyes shining with determination and resolve. He knew that in this moment, he would unleash this energy to transform the daunting slope. As his gestures changed, the water began to grow more intense, swirling around his palms with a faint, anticipatory rustle, as if preparing to unleash its true power at any moment.
Finally, with a soft exclamation from Zhang Rui, he thrust his hands forward, and two powerful streams of water surged like released dragons, violently rushing toward the slope. The water crashed against the rocks, creating a tremendous sound that seemed to make the entire valley tremble before this force. Zhang Rui observed the impact of the water's rush, feeling excited in his heart. This flow not only destroyed the obstacles on the slope but also carved out a smooth path in the rugged terrain. He felt that his control over magic had reached a new height, able to shape the water into any form he desired and use it to overcome any challenge ahead.
When the water finally calmed down, Zhang Rui looked at the waterslide he had created, filled with confidence and a sense of accomplishment. He knew that this was not only a validation of his own abilities, but also a preparation full of confidence for the unknown journey ahead. He adjusted his posture, ready to continue his journey on this waterslide he had created with his own hands.
Zhang Rui glided on the waterslide he had created, his whole body enveloped in cool water droplets, as if he were shuttling through a silver river. As the speed downhill increased, so did his heartbeat, and he felt a kind of freedom and pleasure he had never experienced before. His body merged perfectly with the flow of water as if he had become a part of the stream, swiftly sliding down the valley.
The water slide twists and turns, and Zhang Rui must carefully maneuver at each bend to avoid losing balance. The rushing water rolls beneath his feet, creating a pleasant sound that harmonizes with the surrounding bird calls and insect chirps, forming a natural symphony. This downhill journey fills him with an unprecedented sense of excitement and challenge.
As he finally reaches the bottom of the slope, he feels a sense of accomplishment in conquering nature. Zhang Rui stands at the edge of the forest, gazing at the scene before him. The forest is dense, with towering trees that seem ancient and robust, their rough bark and dense foliage giving them a majestic appearance. Sunlight filters through the treetops, casting dappled shadows and adding an air of mystery and tranquility to this enigmatic forest.
In this forest, Zhang Rui can feel an ancient and profound power. He listens to the rustling of the trees and the distant calls of birds, as if these sounds are conveying a message to him. He feels an indescribable connection to this forest, where every leaf and every stone seems to tell him ancient stories.
At this moment, the paper figure begins to drift slowly, eventually settling in the southwest direction of Zhang Rui. Without hesitation, Zhang Rui immediately follows the guidance, crossing through this dark forest. His steps are firm and fast, each one landing softly on the moist soil, creating a faint sound. The branches gently sway as he moves through, as if bearing witness to his journey.
During the journey through the forest, Zhang Rui's mood was unusually calm. He felt a subtle connection between himself and the forest, as if he had an unresolved fate with this land. His heart was filled with curiosity and a desire to explore the Shadow Realm, with each step representing a further exploration of the unknown world.
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