Mu Yu's heart sank, and he understood Valhalla's conspiracy. The news that Yang Cake was in the Valley of the Fierce Beasts turned out to be just to lure him to go, so that Valhalla could take advantage of it. He shook his head helplessly, his actions were always in the calculations of others, and he had no way of knowing Yang Cake's true whereabouts.

Mu Yu's gaze dimmed, and he looked at the information in his hand, which was his only clue, but now it had become useless. His heart seemed to be bound by cold chains, and an indescribable sense of loss welled up in his heart.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that the most important thing now was to find the clues of Yang Cake again. He must find a way to break this deadlock, find Yang Cake, and complete his mission.

Mu Yu sat there silently, thinking about his next move. He knew that what he was facing now was not just a battle, but a contest of wits and perseverance. He had to be careful not to let the people of Valhalla find out about his whereabouts, and at the same time, he had to find Yang Cake as soon as possible.

In the moonlight late at night, Mu Yu sat by the campfire, distraught. He didn't know anything about Yang Cake's whereabouts, so he could only rely on his instincts to blindly search for this vast wasteland. Yang Cake's departure was like a silent storm that swept through his world, leaving him struggling with confusion and anxiety.

Just as he was about to give up, a dark figure quietly approached. It was Ren Hua, his face was solemn, and a hint of discoloration flashed in his eyes. He stopped beside Mu Yu, was silent for a moment, and then spoke: "I saw Yang Cake in a mountain range. ”

Mu Yu was instantly startled, grabbed Ren Hua's collar, and his eyes were full of anxiety and expectation: "Are you sure it's Yang cake?" Ren Hua looked at him, a trace of firmness flashed in his eyes: "I'm sure, I won't forget his figure." ”

Ren Hua took a deep breath and continued: "I saw him walk into a portal, and then the person disappeared. That portal seemed to be hiding some secret, maybe it had been taken somewhere else. ”

A wave of complicated emotions surged in Mu Yu's heart. He felt a spark of hope burning in his heart, but he was also full of doubts and uneasiness about the mysterious portal. He knew that this portal might be the key to his finding Yang Cake, and maybe this was the clue he had been looking for.

After a night's rest, Mu Yu felt refreshed and ready to start a new journey. He set off with Ren Hua and Yang Xian and headed towards the place where Yang Cake appeared last. It was a barren area, with no life, no prosperity, only endless yellow sand and scorching sun.

They rode on horseback, dusty all the way, and with the scorching sun, the journey was particularly difficult. But Mu Yu's eyes are firm and persistent, he knows his responsibilities well, and he also understands that there is still a long way to go. They climbed over the sand dunes and crossed the valleys of the sand, like warriors struggling through the desert.

As night fell, they set up camp on a slightly flat sandy field. Mu Yu's hands were blistered, but he didn't say a word, just silently chewed the dry food and looked into the distance. Ren Hua and Yang Xian were also silent, they knew that the next road would be more difficult. But Mu Yu never had the slightest idea of retreating, and his perseverance was best reflected in this barren area.

Early the next morning, they continued on their way. The sun was still scorching, but their eyes were more determined than yesterday. On this day, they found the place where the poplar cake was last seen, which was a barren desert, only the wind was howling, and only the sand was fluttering. They looked at this lifeless land, and their hearts were full of sadness and helplessness.

But they didn't give up, they knew that only through constant search could they find the whereabouts of Yang Cake. So, they began to look for clues and hope in this barren land.

After a long climb up the mountain and wading through the water, Mu Yu, Ren Hua and Yang Xian finally arrived at their destination. It is a desolate and dead place, as if it were the end of the world, without any trace of life. The wind whistled silently here, with an air of death, as if any living creature would be swallowed up by this dead silence as soon as it set foot on the land.

It's a place of palpitations, but they are not afraid. They were confronted with a distorted spatial portal, a portal to the unknown. The door shimmered in the sunlight, as if to tell them secrets that could not be revealed.

What's on the other side of the door? Is it a new world, an unknown challenge, or an unforeseen danger? Nobody knows. But Mu Yu, Ren Hua and Yang Xian all knew that they had no way out. They must forge ahead, explore the unknown, and face the dangers that may arise.

Their hearts beat in the silence, and their eyes were filled with determination and determination. They took a deep breath, and together they walked towards the twisted door of space.

This rift appeared in the Battlefield of the Gods mutation a few days ago. The mutation shook the entire universe, the battlefields of the gods trembled, the stars fell, time and space distorted, and the creatures trembled in terror. And this void rift was born out of that mutation, like a rift in the earth, although it was small at first, but it was a sign of a great storm to come.

At first, the crack emitted a strong death breath, the traces of life after it had passed away on its surface, the breath of death. It is like a ghost in the night, cold and terrifying, and any life that tries to get close will be instantly consumed by its powerful death air.

However, as time passed, that dead air gradually dissipated. Perhaps because of the Void's healing powers, or perhaps for some other unknown reason, the rift began to reveal its true side. Although it is still deep and dark, it no longer exudes a deadly aura, but instead seems to open a portal to another world.

At this moment, it appeared in front of everyone. It was a rift across the void, like a shattered black mirror, reflecting the unknown. In its depths, darkness is as unseepable as an abyss, yet imbued with a mysterious attraction. Like Pandora's box, it is full of disaster and pain, but it is tempting to open.

The surface of the crack seemed to vibrate slightly, as if life was pulsating in it. In this fissure of nothingness, there seems to be some kind of great power hidden, a power that transcends time and space. Despite the cold atmosphere in the air around them, the followers were still drawn to the crack and could not take their eyes off it.

Just as Mu Yu was hesitating to enter the crack, a strange wave came out of the crack, as if tempting her into it. This fluctuation not only made Mu Yu feel uneasy, but also revealed an ominous premonition. She frowned, knowing in her heart that this was definitely not a good thing.

The inside of the crack is pitch black, deep and mysterious, as if some unknown danger is hidden. Mu Yu could feel that the deeper he went into the crack, the stronger the tempting fluctuations became. Her heart is full of contradictions, and reason tells her that she should stay away from this dangerous place, but on the other hand, in order to find Yang Cake, she must enter it.

Mu Yu took a deep breath, clenched the weapon in his hand tightly, and decided to bravely face the unknown challenge. She cautiously stepped into the crack, the light around her getting dimmer as she went deeper. Mu Yu's heart was beating faster, and she was always vigilant, ready to deal with any danger that might arise.

After entering the crack, Mu Yu found that the environment here was extremely oppressive, as if something was constantly inducing her forward. She kept reminding herself to stay awake and not to be fooled by this strange fluctuation. However, as she delved deeper and deeper into the crack, Mu Yu began to wonder if she would be able to find Yang Cake without any problems.

At the entrance of the void rift, Mu Yu, Ren Hua, and Yang Xian stood silently, their heartbeats becoming particularly strong at this moment. It was an adventure they had never had, an unknown journey, and they didn't know what challenges they would face, but they chose to forge ahead.

With a light step, they entered the Void Rift. It was a space that seemed to be made of endless darkness and chaos, with no fixed shape, no fixed direction, only swirling chaos and boundless darkness. Their vision began to blur, and their bodies began to feel the distortion of gravity, as if they were being swallowed up by endless darkness.

Suddenly, they felt the earth change under their feet, as if they were on a rough sea, and they couldn't stand still. Mu Yu, Ren Hua and Yang Xian tightly grasped each other's hands, and with each other's strength, they barely managed to maintain their figures. In their sight, only each other's shadows flickered in the darkness.

Then they saw a new place. It was a world they had never seen before. The sky is a dull red, and the earth is a deep gray. As far as their eyes could see, they saw a barren, dead land. There are no traces of life, only traces of erosion by time and environment.

Mu Yu, Ren Hua and Yang Xian glanced at each other, they were all shocked by this strange world. They see not just a new world, but a world full of death and decay.

It's a world they've never seen before, a world full of death and decay. There is no breath of life here, only the shadow of death. Mountains of corpses and rotten soil, strange dead places.

They stood there, silent for a long time. Their hearts are full of doubts and uneasiness, and they don't know what challenges this strange world will bring them. But no matter how many difficulties and challenges awaited them, they decided to forge ahead.

The atmosphere of death envelops every corner, making people feel a heavy oppression. There were mangled corpses everywhere, densely piled up like mountains, forming flesh-colored hills. The smell of blood and decay permeated the air, making this once-bustling world eerie.

Mu Yu stepped on the hard earth, and all he felt was cold and dead silence. There was no trace of life around, only the eerie whistling sound of the wind blowing through the corpses. He walked slowly towards the hill-like corpses, his heart filled with grief and fear.

However, in the midst of a barren death, Mu Yu suddenly sensed the breath of poplar cake. Although faint and weak, it was indeed the breath of the poplar cake, like a glimmer of light in the night, giving him hope. He began to search for Yang Cake's figure among the corpses around him, and finally found traces of her battle in a bloodstained battlefield ruins.

At this time, Mu Yu felt that this place was very in line with the description of a dead place.

In the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", the corpse mountain is a mountain located in the east of Lishan ten miles, and the description of it in the book is: "The corpse mountain is full of jade, its beasts are many, the corpse water is out of the Yan, and the south flow is poured into Luoshui, which is more beautiful jade." "Legend has it that the mountain was once the site of a devastating catastrophe that killed a large number of people and animals.

There are many turquoise jade stones on this mountain, as well as animals known as devourers. From here, the corpse water gathers into a river, and winds southward into Luoshui, and there is a lot of beautiful jade in the water.

In the depths of the corpse mountain, Mu Yu found traces of poplar cakes. The traces of the battle were like a great wound, cutting through the mountains and deep into the unknown darkness. Yang Cake's steps were firm, going inward, no matter how many unknown dangers lay ahead, he was fearless.

The inside of the Mountain of Corpses is much more complex than the outside, as if it were a huge labyrinth. Yang Cake walked by nine rivers, each of which meandered like an icy snake. The water in the river seemed to be black and shimmering, as if it were a tributary of the nine Styxes.

"Nine Springs?" After Ren Hua saw the nine rivers, he couldn't help but whisper. Although he has seen a lot of things, it is the first time he has seen such a strange scene.

Nine springs, in ancient Chinese mythology, is a symbol of the underworld. It is said that after death, the soul passes through nine rivers, each of which is guarded by a river god. After passing through the Nine Rivers, the soul can enter the Netherworld.

Legendary.

The Nine Springs of the Underworld, a deep darkness, like a bottomless abyss, is full of endless silence. Under the nine springs, the cold is biting, and the humidity is pervasive, as if it can penetrate into the bones. There is no sound, no light, only eternal darkness and silence.

The water of the Nine Springs is as black as ink and as cold as ice. Each spring has its own unique charm, which can be violent, calm, eerie, or silent. These springs flow in the darkness, like the blood of the underworld, nourishing this cold, dead land.

At the edge of the Nine Springs is the River Styx. The waters of the River Styx are deeper and colder than any spring. It flows silently, silently, as if telling the antiquity and mystery of this land. On both sides of the River Styx, there are clusters of ghostly fires, which are flickering souls who do not want to leave, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, as if telling their stories.

In the depths of the Nine Springs, there is the core of the underworld, where there is a tall palace, which is the Yama Palace. King Yama sits on a high throne, judging the right of life and death, and deciding the fate of the soul. His face was expressionless, and those eyes seemed to be able to see through all the falsehood and truth.

In this land, there is no sunshine, no warmth, only darkness and cold silence. But in the midst of this dead silence, there is an indescribable power surging.

It's a heart-wrenching scene. Ahead, hills stand tall and the piles of corpses come into view, which is terrifying. These corpses have been eroded by the years and decayed, and the pus flowing under the Nine Springs emits an unbearable stench.

Further on, the air seemed to freeze, filled with a suffocating dullness. An eerie atmosphere envelops the entire region, as if emissaries from hell roam the area. Mu Yu couldn't help but feel uncomfortable for a while, his stomach was tumbling upside down, and he was nauseous and nauseous.

The scene here is so terrifying, so terrible that it can swallow people's souls. Mu Yu felt a strong sense of fear in his heart, which was the fear of the unknown and the awe of life. He couldn't imagine what kind of war it was to cause such a horrific scene.

Amid the sound of the flow of the Nine Springs, Mu Yu, Ren Hua, and Yang Xian continued in an unknown direction. Their steps seem to be synchronized with the rhythm of this mysterious spring, as if they were playing a magnificent symphony.

In Mu Yu's eyes, the flow of Jiuquan is like a poem, a mystery, which deeply attracts her. She followed the sound of the murmuring water, as if she had stepped into a whole new world. Her long hair fluttered in the wind, echoing the flow of the Nine Springs, as if telling an ancient story.

Ren Hua walked silently in front, his back firm and calm, like a mountain. His gaze was deep, as if he could see through the secrets of the Nine Springs. His hand, holding Yang Xian's hand tightly, conveyed firm belief and strength.

Yang Xian's face flashed with curiosity and nervousness. He kept looking around, trying to decipher the secrets of Nine Springs from every detail. His steps are light and agile, like a nimble deer, constantly searching for new discoveries in the forest.

In the silent darkness, Mu Yu's breath suddenly froze. He smelled an indescribable smell of decay, a mixture of death and despair, the distinctive scent of the Dark Forest. The smell was so strong that it seemed to announce his end.

Suddenly, a huge figure came at him like a ghost in the night. It was a massive monster, its body covered in heavy scale armor, each piece glittering with a cold glow. Its eyes were like two flames of fire, with furious and wild power.

Mu Yu was shocked in his heart, he understood that he had fallen into an unprecedented crisis. In his hand, a cloud of black lightning burst out instantly, like lightning in the dark night, illuminating everything around him. This is his strength, the only weapon he can use against this monster.

However, when Black Thunder collided with the monster's body, it didn't leave any scars. The monster didn't seem to feel this power, just glanced at Mu Yu with contempt, and then continued to attack him.

Mu Yu tightly held the black thunder in his hand. He took a deep breath and rushed towards the monster.