Chapter 212 The Second Spiritual Item (1/2)

The slight wariness that had arisen in Yan Yu's dark eyes due to the unknown melted away the moment he met the little girl's bright almond-shaped eyes.

Whoever it is.

Anyone who dares to set their sights on his youngest daughter, he'll kill them one by one. If two come, he'll slaughter them both.

The thought flashed through his mind and disappeared in an instant, so quickly that he didn't even catch it.

He reached out his large, well-defined hand and gently rubbed Ruan Tang's fluffy little head. His voice was deep and carried an undeniable power of reassurance.

"Don't think about it, I'm here for you."

Her eyebrows were curved, and the two dimples on her cheeks looked like they were filled with honey.

The little hand took his big, dry hand and the ten fingers intertwined tightly.

"Okay! Let's go to the next place!"

Yan Yu gripped that soft, boneless little hand tightly.

The next instant, the surrounding scenery vanished rapidly.

In a sudden shift in space, the two found themselves at the edge of a vast, boundless primeval swamp.

The surrounding giant trees were strangely shaped, their gnarled roots rising from the murky black water like giant pythons, covered with green moss and unknown vines.

A layer of greasy, pale green miasma floated in the air, and light passing through it became sticky and eerie.

[Squeak! Ugh... It stinks! The air here is toxic! Even the rats' fur is turning green from the fumes!]

As soon as Little White poked its little head out, it was overwhelmed by the pungent, sweet, and rotten smell, almost making it faint.

Its two tiny mithril paws tightly covered its nose, and tears glistened in its dark purple eyes, giving it a look of utter despair.

Yan Yu frowned slightly.

As the spatial energy dissipated around him, the miasma that was slowly eroding his flesh and bones was silently pushed away.

He looked down at the little girl in his arms and saw that she was also wrinkling her small nose with a look of disgust on her face, which made him feel a little relieved.

"This is the area of ​​the Mausoleum of Yu the Great as marked in the classics."

Yan Yu's voice was calm and steady.

"The aura of the Breath of Earth should be deep within the swamp."

Ruan Tang nodded, closed her eyes, and her divine sense reached out like invisible tentacles.

But as soon as his consciousness left his body, he could not move an inch, as he was tightly bound by the pale green miasma, which continued to corrode him.

"No, divine sense can't probe very far."

Ruan Tang opened her eyes, her delicate eyebrows furrowing into a small knot.

This swamp is far more dangerous than the Kunlun Mountains.

The snow-capped mountains are the open manifestation of violence, but here lies a sinister and insidious force that seeps into every nook and cranny.

"I'll do it."

Yan Yu put his arm around Ruan Tang's waist, took a step forward, and prepared to use spatial jump to force his way through.

As soon as his figure blurred, a strange pulling force surged from all directions. The spatial barrier seemed to be alive, forcibly "squeezing" him out from the torn crack.

Yan Yu's dark eyes suddenly narrowed.

"The space here is unstable."

This swamp is a world unto itself, rejecting all interference from external rules.

Forcibly teleporting would likely result in being caught in unknown spatial turbulence.

"Brother, don't worry."

Just as Yan Yu was about to use his mental power to directly crush a path, Ruan Tang's soft little hand gently tugged at his sleeve.

She tilted her small, palm-sized face up, her almond-shaped eyes, though glistening with moisture, held no trace of anxiety, but rather shone with shrewdness.

"If divine sense doesn't work, let's try another method."

As she spoke, she broke free from Yan Yu's embrace and stood up straight with her small body.

He made a peculiar hand seal with his fingertips.

A wisp of pure spiritual energy, imbued with the essence of Ruomu, overflowed from her palm and silently merged into the slippery black mud beneath her feet.

In an instant, Ruan Tang's way of perceiving changed.

Her consciousness was no longer limited to sight and divine sense, but spread like a spider web across the entire swamp, following the intricate root system of the plants.

She became a tree, a vine, and a blade of grass in this swamp.

The countless "sensory organs" of plants converge into a vast, invisible network, which unfolds clearly in her mind.

Deadly quicksand, lurking venomous pythons, and man-eating plants that can devour living creatures in an instant...

All the murderous intent hidden beneath the calm surface has nowhere to hide in this "plant network".