Hungover, I crossed over to the psychic realm

As they delved deeper step by step into the Misty Swamp, the surrounding environment became increasingly eerie and unpredictable, as if they had stepped into a cursed and mysterious realm. The Misty Swamp was like a lurking mysterious giant beast, slowly swallowing them up. With each step forward, the feeling of being engulfed by the darkness and the unknown grew stronger. The mist became even thicker, like a vast, seemingly calm but deadly white ocean. The dense fog was almost tangible, so thick that it nearly blinded them. As far as the eye could see, there was only a sea of white. The whole world seemed to be covered tightly by a thick white curtain, and all the scenes were mercilessly swallowed up by this endless white. Their figures appeared so tiny in this overwhelming white world, like two lonely boats lost in the vast ocean, unable to find any direction amidst the turbulent waves and the boundless fog.

They seemed to be in a corner forgotten by time and space, a white world without direction or end. There were no landmarks around, no wind to stir the dead silence of the fog, and no sound to break this eerie stillness. Their footsteps sounded particularly dull in the thick fog. Each step was like treading on the void, without an echo or a sense of direction. With each step, there was a deep sense of fear and unease. They didn't know if the next step would lead them into a deadly trap or encounter an unknown danger.

In this fog, the passage of time became elusive. The ticking of the second hand was swallowed up by the fog, and all sense of time became blurred in this chaos. They didn't know how long they had been walking in this fog, whether it was a few hours, a few days, or even longer. Time lost its original meaning here, as if caught in an endless loop. The dimension of space also became blurred. There were no clear boundaries between front and back, left and right. Every step they took was like stepping into an unknown territory. They didn't know what awaited them ahead, nor did they know if they were just going in circles. They could only rely on the faint but tenacious perception of the spiritual energy in their bodies, like a candle flame, Struggling to discern the way forward in this chaos. Every exploration of the spiritual energy was like a fragile tentacle reaching out in the dark, cautiously probing the unknown. The spiritual energy slowly spread in the fog. Occasionally, it touched some unknown objects, but they couldn't accurately determine what they were. They could only feel an inexplicable sense of danger rushing towards them, making their hearts beat suddenly faster and their backs instantly soaked with cold sweat.

The traps in the swamp were also becoming more and more dense. These traps were hidden beneath the fog, like cunning hunters lurking in the depths of the darkness, quietly waiting for their prey to take the bait, making it impossible to guard against them all. Every inch of the ground beneath their feet was like a minefield full of traps. The ground that seemed calm on the surface actually hid many secrets. Maybe one step was safe, but the next step could trigger a deadly trap. Every inch of the ground exuded an unknown sense of danger, as if silently warning them that this was a forbidden area for life. Occasionally, they could hear some strange sounds from a distance, like the sound of traps being triggered, or the roar of some unknown creature, echoing in the fog, adding to the fear and unease. The sound seemed to come from the depths of hell, filled with endless gloom and horror, making people's hair stand on end and their spines tingle, as if there were invisible eyes watching them in the dark, ready to drag them into the endless abyss at any moment.

During their difficult journey forward, misfortune still quietly befell them, and they unfortunately accidentally triggered a trap. The ground suddenly collapsed without warning. In that instant, it was as if the whole world was crumbling, and the surrounding fog seemed to be shaken by this force, rippling layer upon layer. Before the two of them could react, their bodies plummeted rapidly with the collapsing ground and fell headlong into a bottomless mire. The mud in the mire was as thick as glue that had been boiled for a long time, carrying a disgusting smell. The stench was a mixture of the smell of decaying plants and unknown creatures, making people want to vomit. The mud tightly wrapped around their bodies, and every inch of their skin was stuck fast by the mud, as if being held tightly by countless invisible hands. Their limbs couldn't move in the mud, like being sealed in a huge cage. Every struggle seemed so futile, but instead made them sink deeper.

The more they struggled, the deeper they sank, as if falling into an endless dark abyss, with no glimmer of hope in sight. The mud kept pouring into their mouths and noses. The pungent stench and the feeling of suffocation hit them instantly, making it almost impossible for them to breathe. Every breath was like inhaling a lump of thick mud, and their lungs ached from the pressure. The pain of being unable to breathe was like an invisible hand tightly clutching their throats, as if trying to cruelly take away their lives bit by bit. Every struggle was just accelerating the loss of their lives. Their bodies became heavier and heavier, and their consciousness began to gradually blur. The world in front of them became darker and darker. Their hearts were filled with despair, thinking that they were about to lose their lives here. The candle of life was about to be completely extinguished by the dark mire, and the shadow of death hung over them, making them feel an unprecedented sense of fear and helplessness.

Just when they felt despair, thinking that they were about to lose their lives here and the candle of life was about to be completely extinguished by the dark mire, a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed Lin Yu's mind. On a whim, he came up with a solution. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to concentrate all the spiritual energy in his body. The spiritual energy that usually flowed slowly in his meridians, under his full mobilization, was like soldiers hearing the rallying call, quickly gathering around him. His forehead was covered with sweat, and large beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks and dripped into the mud. His face turned red from the exertion, and his hands quickly formed seals while he muttered incantations. His body trembled slightly, as if he was engaged in a life-and-death struggle with this powerful force. Every movement was full of hardship and struggle. Finally, with all his might, he formed a spiritual energy shield around himself and Li Qiang. The shield flickered with a faint but firm light, which was particularly bright in the dark and oppressive mire, like the brightest star in the night sky, as if it was their last hope in this desperate situation. Although the light was faint, it was like a sharp sword, cutting through the darkness and bringing them a glimmer of hope for survival.

This shield was like a strong fortress, completely isolating the mud outside, buying them precious living space and giving them a temporary chance to catch their breath in this whirlpool of death. The mud outside the shield constantly battered the shield, making a dull sound, as if the god of death was roaring in anger, trying to break through this last line of defense. Every impact made the shield tremble slightly, and the light flickered accordingly, but the shield still held on tenaciously. Although the light flickered under the impact of the mud, it never shattered. That light was like the belief in their hearts. Although faint, it was indestructible, supporting them to persevere in this desperate situation.

Then, he used the art of levitation. The spiritual energy, like a surging tide, flowed continuously under his control. This spiritual energy turned into a powerful thrust, pushing their bodies slowly out of the mire. Their bodies gradually broke free from the shackles of the mire. Every inch they rose was like breaking free from the embrace of the god of death. The mud slid off their bodies, making a "sizzling" sound, as if the god of death was sighing in frustration. Finally, they escaped from the confinement of the mire and returned to the solid ground, regaining their freedom. The feeling of surviving the disaster made an indescribable joy and relief well up in their hearts. They took big gulps of fresh air, feeling the beauty of freedom, and their hearts were filled with awe for life. A smile of survival after the disaster appeared on their faces. The smile was tinged with fatigue but also carried the expectation for the future, as if at this moment, they had been reborn.

However, fate didn't seem to want to let them off easily. Before they could catch their breath and 

their tense nerves had not fully relaxed, they were horrified to find a group of swamp pythons surrounding them. These pythons were incredibly huge. Each one was more than ten meters long, and their bodies were as thick as a hundred-year-old tree trunk, like prehistoric beasts that had traveled through time from ancient times, carrying the terrifying aura of the passage of time. Their scales glinted with a cold and menacing light, as if they were an indestructible natural armor that could withstand any powerful attack. Between the scales, there seemed to be a mysterious liquid flowing, emitting a faint blue light, adding an even more eerie atmosphere. The blue light flickered in the fog, like the will-o'-the-wisps from hell, swaying in the dark, making people shudder and feel as if they were enveloped by an invisible fear.

They opened their huge mouths, revealing sharp fangs as sharp as daggers. There was still terrifying venom dripping from the fangs. When the venom dripped onto the ground, it instantly corroded small pits. The surrounding soil was eroded by the venom, making a "sizzling" sound and emitting wisps of blue smoke. The pythons pounced fiercely towards Lin Yu and Li Qiang. They swam extremely fast, moving as easily as if they were walking on flat ground in the swamp. Their bodies twisted nimbly, as if this swamp was their exclusive territory and their hunting ground. Their eyes glowed with a blood-red light, full of greed and the desire to kill. Every time they swam, they brought up a foul wind, making people tremble with fear. The foul wind, mixed with the stench of the swamp, almost made people suffocate, as if they were in a purgatory filled with the breath of death.

In the blink of an eye, the pythons surrounded them tightly, forming an impenetrable circle of death. The pythons kept hissing, making a "sizzling" sound, as if announcing the arrival of death to them. Surrounded like this, Lin Yu and Li Qiang were once again in a desperate situation. What would become of their fate? Everything was shrouded in the unknown fog, full of terrifying uncertainty. Lin Yu tightly gripped the Primordial Divine Sword. The runes on the sword body flickered with a faint light, as if responding to the determination of their master. The faint light was like a spark of hope, flickering in the dark; Li Qiang clenched his hands tightly, and the spiritual energy in his body began to surge, ready to face the upcoming life-and-death battle. Their eyes revealed firmness and unyielding. Even in the face of such a desperate situation, they would never give up the hope of survival. They knew that this battle would be the most difficult one in their lives, but they also firmly believed that as long as there was hope in their hearts, they would be able to overcome all difficulties. Even if the hope was like a candle in the wind, they would use their belief to light it and illuminate the way forward.