Hungover, I crossed over to the psychic realm

During that long and arduous period of recuperation, Lin Yu and Li Qiang were like travelers groping in the dark, struggling with their injuries and weakness every minute and every second. For countless days and nights, they endured the physical pain and the torment in their hearts. With the nourishment of spiritual energy and the support of their own tenacious will, their injuries finally began to gradually improve.

Recalling that fierce battle with the Fire Demon, it seemed like it happened just yesterday. The wounds on Lin Yu's body that had once been deep enough to expose the bones were now covered by new skin. The new skin was delicate and fragile, like a young sprout that had just broken through the soil in spring. Set off by the rough, calloused, and scarred old skin around it, which was the result of years of cultivation and battles, it looked particularly tender. Although there were still ferocious scars left, like twisted centipedes lying on his body, each scar was a unique mark of that brutal battle, recording the cuts of blades and the burns of flames, a witness to the struggle at the brink of life and death. Yet, it also witnessed their indomitable vitality. The broken meridians inside his body, nourished day and night by spiritual energy, were like a dried-up riverbed being moistened by the spring rain, slowly healing. The meridians that had once been like a dried-up river channel now regained their vitality, and spiritual energy flowed slowly through them. Although it had not yet returned to the state of surging and unobstructed flow in its prime, there was still a trace of sluggishness every time it circulated, like an old gear turning with difficulty. But every flow of spiritual energy allowed them to clearly feel the strength gradually returning, as if the spark of life was slowly reigniting, gradually gathering from a faint spark into a bright flame.

Although their bodies were still a bit weak and their movements were occasionally a bit sluggish, as if bound by an invisible shackle. For a simple action of raising their hands, they needed to mobilize the strength of their whole bodies. The strength of their muscles had not yet fully recovered. With a little exertion, a sore feeling would come from the muscles, and that soreness was like a vivid memory, reminding them of the cruelty of that battle. But fortunately, they were already able to move freely and were no longer bound by their injuries. They held the first Spirit Pearl that they had obtained after going through countless hardships. The Spirit Pearl was like the most mysterious star in the night sky, emitting a soft and mysterious light. This light flickered gently, as if whispering their heroism and perseverance, telling the stories of those days and nights when they fought bravely in the Abyss of Flames. Every flicker of the light seemed to recreate the thrilling moments when they fought against the Fire Demon and their unyielding struggle in desperate situations. They turned around and resolutely left the Abyss of Flames. Although their steps were still a bit unsteady and they treaded carefully with each step, they were full of determination. It was their fearlessness and determination towards the unknown journey ahead, and their resoluteness to move forward towards their goal.

The Abyss of Flames gradually faded away behind them. The once scorching breath that seemed to be able to burn their souls was now slowly dissipating in the wind. The scenes of the intense battle with the Fire Demon, those images of flames soaring into the sky and sword qi crisscrossing, seemed to have become a distant past. The earth-shattering roar of the Fire Demon, which made their eardrums ache and seemed to shatter their hearing; the sharp whistling sound when the Primordial Divine Sword was waved, which was the horn of their counterattack and an unyielding battle song. And every moment when they struggled at the brink of life and death seemed like a distant dream. But that experience was deeply engraved in the depths of their memories, becoming an indelible part of their lives. It was a testament to their growth, a transformation from ignorance to perseverance; it was also the driving force for them to move forward, constantly reminding them of their strength and tenacity, giving them the confidence to move forward bravely when facing unknown dangers.

Their destination was the hiding place of the second Spirit Pearl, the Misty Swamp. The Misty Swamp was like a mysterious and dangerous giant beast, lying in wait on the earth. It quietly lay across this mysterious land, surrounded by an eerie atmosphere, as if waiting for the adventurers who dared to step into it and then mercilessly devouring them. It was a place full of mist and swamps, hiding countless unknown dangers. It was said that few people who entered the swamp could come out alive. Those adventurers who disappeared in the swamp had become legends in people's mouths. Some people said that they had heard miserable cries on the edge of the swamp. The sound was as if the souls trapped deep in the swamp were desperately calling for help. In the stillness of the night, when all was quiet, the cry was especially terrifying, piercing straight into people's hearts and making them shudder. Others said that on the night of the full moon, they could see strange lights flickering in the swamp, which were the souls of the lost wandering. Those flickering lights appeared and disappeared, jumping in the mist like will-o'-the-wisps, adding more mystery and horror to the swamp. Every story was full of thrilling and mysterious colors, making the Misty Swamp even more mysterious and terrifying, as if it were a cursed and forbidden land that made people hesitate to approach it. Even getting close required great courage.

Lin Yu and Li Qiang carefully stepped into the Misty Swamp. As soon as they entered, it was as if they had stepped into a white chaotic world, surrounded by thick mist. The mist was as thick as impenetrable ink, or like layer upon layer of heavy gauze, completely blocking their sight. They could only see a distance of less than one meter in front of them. Everything around them was shrouded in this mist, becoming blurred. All things lost their original contours, leaving only hazy shadows. In this vast mist, everything became illusory and unpredictable, as if unknown dangers could strike from the darkness at any moment. Their footsteps sounded particularly dull in the mist. Each step seemed to be treading in the void, without any sense of solidity, filling their hearts with unease. Strange sounds occasionally came from the mist, like the low murmuring of some unknown creature, the sound being deep and eerie, or like the howling of the wind passing through the mist, sharp and shrill, adding to the tense atmosphere and keeping their nerves constantly on edge.

They could only perceive the surrounding environment with their spiritual energy. Spiritual energy was like their eyes groping in the dark, struggling to find their way in the mist. They were very cautious with every step they took. Every inch of the ground beneath their feet seemed to hide a deadly trap. The ground in the swamp was extremely soft, like a huge sponge. On the surface, it seemed calm and even a bit temptingly soft, but in fact, it was fraught with danger. If they were not careful, they would sink into it. Once they sank, the endless mire would be like an invisible big hand, firmly grasping them and dragging them into the abyss little by little. The more they struggled, the deeper they would sink, and they would never be able to extricate themselves. Their spiritual energy constantly spread in the mist, trying to sense the surrounding dangers. Every fluctuation of spiritual energy carried their tension and vigilance. When the spiritual energy touched an unknown object, their hearts would tighten suddenly, and they would concentrate fully, ready to deal with the possible dangers. Their muscles would tense up, ready to fight back at any moment.

In the swamp, they encountered all kinds of monsters. There were huge blood-sucking leeches. These leeches were like killers hidden in the dark. Their bodies blended perfectly with the mud, and their color and texture were indistinguishable from the surrounding environment. Even with careful observation, it was difficult to detect them. Once someone approached, they would pounce forward like an arrow shot from a bow, so fast that people had no time to react. One would only see a black shadow flash in front of their eyes, and the danger would already be upon them. They used their sharp mouthparts to pierce into people's skin. The mouthparts were as thin as the tip of a needle but extremely sharp, easily penetrating the skin and greedily sucking people's blood. The person being sucked would lose their strength without realizing it, only feeling their body getting weaker and weaker, their consciousness gradually blurring, their eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and finally falling into a coma, becoming the prey of the leeches. There were also poisonous spiders that could release toxic fog. They hid in the grass by the edge of the swamp, like lurking assassins. The grass was thick and messy, intertwined, providing a natural cover for the poisonous spiders. When someone passed by, they would instantly spray out toxic fog. The toxic fog was a strange green color, as if it were the breath from hell, carrying a pungent smell. The toxic fog spread rapidly, filling the air at an extremely fast speed, capable of making people fall into a coma instantly and then becoming their prey, being dragged into their dark lair and waiting to be slowly devoured. The lair of the poisonous spiders was hidden deep in the grass, covered with dense spider webs. Those spider webs loomed in the mist, and the captured prey hung on the spider webs, swaying gently with the breeze, becoming the reserve food of the poisonous spiders and emitting a rotten smell in the lair.

Lin Yu and Li Qiang, relying on their powerful strength and rich experience, repelled the attacks of the monsters again and again. Lin Yu held the Primordial Divine Sword, and the sword seemed to come alive in his hand. The runes on the sword body flickered with a faint light. Every wave of the sword carried a fierce sword qi. Wherever the sword qi reached, the air seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, making a "hissing" sound, and it could easily slay the leeches. When the leeches pounced, Lin Yu's figure flashed, as agile as a ghost. The Primordial Divine Sword in his hand sliced out a cold light, like a bolt of lightning flashing across the night sky. The leeches were cut into two pieces, and black blood splattered everywhere, instantly blending into the mud when it landed on the ground. Li Qiang, on the other hand, used ice-based spells. He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered incantations. The spiritual energy surged in his palms. His palms were like a small world of ice and snow, with a chilling aura spreading out, and the surrounding air seemed to be frozen. In an instant, he could freeze the poisonous spiders. Those poisonous spiders were frozen in ice cubes, unable to move, and could only struggle in the ice cubes. Their limbs were twisted in the ice cubes, but they could not escape the confinement of the cold. The ice cubes, refracted by the sunlight, emitted colorful lights, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding mist and swamp. The gorgeous colors seemed out of place in this dangerous environment, but they could not hide the danger within, like a beautiful trap. They gradually delved deeper into the Misty Swamp, and the dangers in the swamp became more and more numerous. But there was not the slightest sign of retreat in their eyes. Instead, they were filled with firmness and determination. They knew very well that more challenges awaited them ahead. But for the sake of finding the second Spirit Pearl and achieving the goal in their hearts, they would never back down. That firm belief was like a lighthouse in the dark, illuminating their way forward.