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"That's good. But if you feel unwell, don't push yourself."

Red Kite pulled the blade of the giant axe from the stone slab and slung it back over her shoulder.

She looked around at the dimly lit environment.

"So where do we go next? This place is pitch black, we can't just keep looking at these lousy paintings, can we?"

Even someone as carefree as Hong Yuan felt a pang of distress looking at these murals with their faces erased.

"Don't rush."

Yin Chen stood to one side with his arms crossed, the blue light of the shield illuminating his sharply defined face.

"Since he is the key to this place, the direction should naturally be decided by him."

Yin Chen tilted his head slightly to look ahead.

He believes in leaving professional matters to professionals and trusts his own team.

Yin Chen's words reminded everyone, and they once again focused their attention on Chen Guan.

Chen Guan did not answer immediately; he turned around to face the endless darkness on the other side of the hall.

I don't know if it was just my imagination, but the darkness there seemed even more intense than the passage we came through.

He did feel a pull.

There was no clear roadmap, no guiding voice, just a resonance from the depths of the soul.

The feeling was like faintly hearing a mournful cry from afar in the dead of night, a cry that belonged only to oneself.

The power of that lingering regret was forming a vague guide in this space, leading him toward its source.

"there."

Chen Guan raised his hand and pointed to the pitch-black darkness.

He didn't explain much, but simply gave the most basic direction.

This mysterious behavior perfectly confirms the public's speculation about bloodline guidance.

"Is that settled?"

Hong Yuan swallowed hard as she looked at the darkness.

She's not afraid of the dark, but in the game, these pitch-black places usually have a sixth brother.

"I feel like there's something big hidden in there."

"There's a big one, just kill it."

Long Ao replied succinctly, his clenched fist never loosening.

In his view, now that the direction has been determined, all that remains is to move forward and fight.

"Long Ao is right."

An Changqing nodded, then looked at Chen Guan and adopted a solemn tone.

"We'll follow you, Chen Guan. Just go with your gut feeling."

An Changqing turned to look at the others.

"Everyone, please maintain formation and be prepared to deal with any emergencies."

"receive."

"clear."

The atmosphere in the team returned to normal.

Chen Guan didn't say anything more, but simply took the first step into the thick darkness.

His figure was quickly swallowed up, leaving only a blurry outline.

The black panther followed closely at his feet. It had seen its master's condition just now and was determined to stay close to him, ready to loyally protect him at any time.

He overheard most of their conversation; in short, their master was awesome, and following him would lead to a bright future.

Yin Chen's staff floated up automatically, and the light from the shield became the team's only source of light, illuminating an area of ​​about three feet around everyone's feet.

Considering the potential dangers, he didn't waste his time using other spells.

Suddenly regretting not bringing a flashlight... Yin Chen felt remorseful in his heart.

They followed in Chen Guan's footsteps, silently moving forward in the darkness.

The circular hall was perhaps just a prelude; the stone path beneath their feet narrowed again, reverting to the previous passageway that could only accommodate two or three people side by side.

Unlike before, the kneeling stone statues guarding the sides of this passage are no longer there; only the stone walls remain.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only their own footsteps and breathing echoing in the passageway.

Su Yuehe walked beside An Changqing. She glanced back at the mural hall that was getting further and further away, until it was completely hidden in the darkness.

She lowered her voice and spoke in a volume that only the two people next to her could hear.

"It seems like he's really moved on."

Su Yuehe's tone was tinged with relief.

"You looked so worried just now."

"Um."

An Changqing looked straight ahead, his voice equally soft.

"He is much stronger than we thought."

Su Yuehe pursed her lips, a hint of worry in her eyes.

"But I always felt that although he got rid of that emotion, some things still remained in him."

She carefully considered the words in her mind.

"It felt strange. The surface looked unchanged, but the core inside had melted."

Upon hearing this, An Changqing looked at the lonely figure walking at the front and fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

"Everyone must ultimately walk their own path."

He responded softly.

"We are partners, and all we can do is stay by his side and lend him a hand when he needs it."

Su Yuehe nodded and remained silent.

Walking in the middle of the group, Yin Chen seemed to be calmly controlling the range of the shield, but his eyes never left Chen Guan out of the corner of his eye.

He always felt that after Chen Guan woke up from that state, his whole aura underwent a subtle change.

If the previous coffin was a deep, still pool, then now beneath it lies a volcano accumulating endless fury.

That tranquility was more like the prelude to an impending storm.

At the center of this vortex, Chen Guan was feeling the pull of his lingering resentment.

That power was like an invisible thread, one end connecting to his soul, the other extending to the end of darkness.

It is calling out, and it is also guiding.

As Chen Guan walked, he silently made plans in his mind.

The strangeness of this site had exceeded his expectations.

The so-called royal bloodline is a complete misunderstanding; his true secrets are far more complex than those of a descendant of a lost royal family.

The system is unreliable and useless.

The sound of their footsteps hitting the stone slabs was mostly absorbed by the darkness, leaving only the faint scraping sounds to prove that they were still moving forward.

"I said this place is too quiet."

Hongyuan could no longer bear the oppressive atmosphere, so she deliberately lowered her voice, creating a slight echo in the narrow passage.

"It was so quiet it gave me the creeps."

"Don't talk nonsense."

An Changqing looked straight ahead and gave his companion a sense of reassurance with his calm tone.

Hongyuan scratched her head, still unable to completely calm the restless agitation in her heart.

Quietness implies the unknown, which is very difficult for someone with Hong Yuan's personality to bear.

"I just felt that something was off about the atmosphere. I've felt uncomfortable ever since we entered this path."

Su Yuehe, who had been silently following beside her, also spoke softly, her words filled with undisguised worry.

"I don't just feel uncomfortable, I feel very sad."

She turned to look at An Changqing, her eyes filled with confusion.

"It's a kind of inexplicable sadness pressing on my heart, making even breathing difficult, and I always feel like something very important is missing."