Hungover, I crossed over to the psychic realm

Above the vast sky, the gale was like a wild beast awakened by a demon, roaring furiously. Its roaring sound rolled like thunder, as if it intended to mercilessly drag the entire universe into the endless abyss of chaos. The remaining clouds in the high sky were wantonly torn apart by the gale, shattering like drifting cotton wool. They tumbled and twisted wildly, carried by the violent airflow, just like a ferocious scroll depicting the impending doom of the world. The dim and gloomy sky, along with the oppressive atmosphere pervading the air, seemed to portend, in an inexplicable way, that a catastrophic disaster capable of destroying the world was about to sweep across mercilessly, casting a thick layer of haze over this land.

However, within the Qingyun Sect beneath this gale and broken clouds, it was like a pure land beyond the mortal world, as tranquil and peaceful as a paradise. Lush ancient trees surrounded the well-arranged houses, and the occasional clear chirping of birds added a touch of leisure to this tranquility.

Lin Yu stood majestically in the courtyard, his figure as straight and tall as a towering pine or cypress. His white robe was as pure as snow, spotless and immaculate. Gently caressed by the gentle breeze, it fluttered gracefully, and the sleeves danced like a celestial being descending to the mortal world. With his hands behind his back, he stood still, his profound gaze seemed to pierce through the numerous barriers of time and space. He stared into the distant, unpredictable, and mysterious path of fate, as if deep in thought, or perhaps waiting for something.

Su Yao beside him had a delicate and peerless beauty, just like a lily blooming in a secluded valley. Her bright eyes were full of charm, and every glance was filled with grace. Her clear and melodious laughter was like the warmest ray of sunshine in spring, capable of dispelling all the haze and darkness in the world, filling people's hearts with warmth. At that moment, they were immersed in this rare peaceful time, embraced tenderly by time, so full of happiness that it was almost intoxicating. It seemed that all the troubles in the world had nothing to do with them, and they only wished to guard this tranquility and spend the rest of their lives together.

However, the wheel of fate came to an abrupt halt at this moment, changing its direction without any warning. A black shadow suddenly shot out as if from the depths of the Nine Netherworld Purgatory, as swift as a black bolt of lightning, arriving in the blink of an eye. Its menacing approach actually tore the calm air apart, emitting a hissing and shrill sound, as if it were a malicious provocation by the dark forces against this tranquility. In an instant, the black shadow was like a sharp blade, shattering this hard-won peace, and the originally peaceful atmosphere was immediately replaced by tension and unease.

There was an old and mysterious man who seemed to have traversed from an ancient mythological era. An air of mystery and antiquity emanated from his whole body. A black robe clung tightly to his body, fitting snugly, as if concealing countless unknown secrets. His white hair, as white as snow, scattered freely over his shoulders, and the strands danced in the wind, like an ancient scroll slowly unfurling in the breeze, exuding a sense of vicissitudes and profundity that had been precipitated by the passage of time. His face was firm and stern, like a sculpture carved with a knife and an axe. Every line was filled with the honing and tenacity of the years. His eyes were deep and remote, like the boundless expanse of the starry sky, hiding the infinite mysteries of the universe within. One glance at them would make people feel as if they were falling into an endless abyss, unable to extricate themselves.

His appearance seemed to carry an intangible but extremely heavy pressure. The surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly, becoming heavy and oppressive, almost suffocating. The originally gentle breeze stopped blowing at this moment, as if intimidated by this powerful aura. The entire courtyard fell into a deathly silence, and only the heavy footsteps of the old man echoed on the stone path. Each step seemed to tread on everyone's heart.

"I am the messenger of the Spiritual Realm," the old man's voice resounded like a great bell ringing out of thin air, echoing loudly in this small courtyard, making people's eardrums buzz and almost causing deafness. There was an undeniable majesty in that voice, like an ancient oracle, inspiring awe in people's hearts. "The seal is about to be broken, and the evil forces from the Abyss of Chaos intend to invade the two worlds. In the present world, only you can turn the tide!" Every word was as powerful as a thunderclap, falling heavily on Lin Yu's heart, like a huge stone thrown into the water, setting off a thousand layers of waves.

Upon hearing these words, Lin Yu frowned, and a deep frown formed between his eyebrows, like the Chinese character "chuan". His heart was like a stormy sea, with countless thoughts surging in his mind. Scenes of the warm moments he had spent with Su Yao in the past flashed rapidly through his mind like a revolving lantern. The throbbing of their first encounter, the sweetness of their time together, and the laughter and joy in those ordinary days were all the most precious treasures in his heart. Every moment was so clear and precious, making him reluctant to part with them and filled with nostalgia.

However, at this moment, this extremely important task that concerned the survival of all living beings in the two worlds was like a towering Mount Tai, pressing heavily on his heart, making it almost difficult for him to breathe. He knew very well that once the seal was broken, boundless evil would run amok in the world, and all lives would be devastated in the darkness. All the former beauty would vanish into thin air and cease to exist. This was a race against time and a life-or-death choice. He could neither escape nor avoid it.

After a long time, Lin Yu slowly raised his head, meeting the old man's piercing gaze. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale all the courage between heaven and earth into his lungs. In an instant, his eyes were like blazing torches that had been ignited, shining with a resolute and dazzling light. That light was like a bright star, capable of piercing through all the darkness in the world. "I will go!" His voice was deep and powerful, as if it had been squeezed out with great difficulty between his teeth, but every word was sonorous and forceful, with each word seemingly containing infinite courage and determination. These three simple words resounded like the sound of a great bell in the valley, lingering for a long time, as if it were his proud declaration of war against the merciless arrangement of fate, and also his solemn promise to all the living beings in the two worlds.

At this moment, Lin Yu's figure seemed to become even taller and more upright. An air of determination emanated from his whole body, a kind of heroism and fearlessness that was willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of protection. He knew that the road ahead was full of unknowns and hardships, but he did not flinch. Because behind him were the people he loved and all the living beings in the two worlds. He would use his strength to defend this peace and face those unknown challenges, even if it meant sacrificing his life.