Shenwu Yutianlei

The Green Thunder Sword cut through the heavy twilight. The star pattern on the sword's spine emitted a faint green light in the twilight, interweaving with the leaping lightning on the sword's tip to form a dazzling band of light, leaving a lingering green track among the clouds.

Shen Yun leaned over and pressed against the back of the sword. His robe was lifted up by the strong wind, making a rustling sound like a drum being struck by a heavy hammer. His inky black hair was pulled back by the airflow, with each strand clearly visible.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze penetrating the hazy clouds, looking at the mountains and rivers that were rapidly receding below - the continuous peaks were like sleeping beasts, the dark green forests were like spread carpets, and the winding streams turned into silver ribbons. Everything passed by quickly in his field of vision, leaving only blurry afterimages.

The night was like spilled ink, quietly spreading across the sky and swallowing up the last ray of sunset glow.

Stars were sparsely dotted on the dark blue sky, the moonlight had not yet risen, and the world was filled with a deep and quiet feeling. At this moment, Shen Yun caught a glimpse of the outline of a valley covered by a faint mist on the distant horizon. The valley was nestled between two green mountains, shaped like a flying bird. It was the destination of his trip, Jueling Valley.

The mist lingered at the valley entrance like a veil, and faint fluorescent spots could be seen coming from the valley, like countless fireflies dancing in the woods, or like the spiritual light emitted by some spiritual plant at night.

Shen Yun calculated the distance silently in his mind, with a faint smile on his face.

When they set out from the Lin family, Lin Zhengyi and his core disciples took a safe route, which required them to detour around Black Wind Ridge and Luoxia Creek. It would take most of the day just to cross the mountain range, plus they might encounter attacks from monsters or fluctuations in spiritual veins along the way. Even if they set out first, it would take at least a day and a night to reach Jueling Valley.

With the help of the power of the Green Thunder Sword, he took a shortcut behind the Broken Sword Peak and flew into the air at high speed, arriving nearly two hours earlier than expected.

He slowed down the speed of his sword, and the Qinglei Sword made a soft humming sound, as pleasant as water flowing over rocks.

Shen Yun stood on a hill outside the Jueling Valley, his eyes fixed on the strange forest in front of him - that was the poisonous miasma forest.

From a distance, the entire forest seemed to be wrapped in a huge gray-green cocoon. Thick miasma rose from the forest and condensed into rolling clouds in the air, filtering even the moonlight into a bleak blue-gray color. In the miasma, dark brown tree trunks were vaguely visible, twisted like ghost claws, dark purple vines were entwined between branches, and the edges of the leaves were shining with strange silver light. Occasionally, ripe berries fell and hit the rotten leaves, emitting white smoke and a pungent smell of bitter almonds.

When the wind blew, the miasma surged like a living thing, revealing deeper shadows in the forest. The chirping of insects that should have been crisp became hoarse and strange here, and the cries of a few night owls penetrated the mist, with a harsh texture like metal friction. Shen Yun used his spiritual power to look carefully and found that there was no grass on the ground within ten feet of the forest. The exposed soil was dark black, and there were several dried bones of unknown animals scattered around. The surface of the bones was covered with a layer of green powder, which was obviously the trace of erosion by the miasma.

What was even more frightening was the flow pattern of the miasma - they formed countless tiny vortices in the forest, sometimes gathering into a group, sometimes dispersing like gossamer, but never crossing an invisible boundary. Shen Yun sent out a wisp of sword energy from his fingertips to test it. As soon as the sword energy touched the edge of the miasma, it was dyed gray-green, and turned into powder in mid-air and fell, causing slight ripples in the surrounding air.

He suddenly remembered the record about the poisonous miasma forest in the ancient books of the Lin family: "The miasma contains a bone-corroding poison, which will cause flesh and tendons to rot if touched. It can only be broken by the sun at noon." It was late at night, and the moonlight sprinkled on the miasma, reflecting dots of phosphorescent light. Those light particles gathered and dispersed in the air, as if countless resentful souls were floating in it.

Shen Yun squatted down and picked up a handful of soil from a little distance from the forest. He felt a cool and slippery touch on his fingertips. There were tiny black fibers mixed in the soil. He put it close to his nose and sniffed it, and could smell a very faint fishy sweetness - that was the lingering smell left after the miasma seeped into the soil.

The moon was high in the sky, shining like a silver thread, but it was dyed into a strange purple-green color when it passed through the poisonous miasma forest, as if a layer of weird gauze was covering this land of death. Shen Yun stood quietly on the bluestone three meters outside the forest, his dark robe rustling in the night wind, his eyes locked on the surging miasma in front of him like a hawk - the gray-green mist seemed to have life, sometimes condensing into a ferocious beast head, sometimes turning into a twisted human figure, moving and roaring in the forest, emitting a sickening fishy and sweet smell.

"Noon is the time of the sun, and the most masculine and masculine attribute..." He murmured to himself, and his right hand unconsciously touched the Qinglei Sword at his waist. The two characters "Qingming" on the hilt glowed faintly under the moonlight, and a slight tremor came from the sword body, as if a sleeping spirit was awakened and was responding to the master's thoughts in a unique way. "If the most masculine and masculine power can break the poisonous miasma..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Yun suddenly spread out his right palm, with his five fingers slightly open. The lightning seeds that had been dormant in his dantian for many days suddenly awakened, as if a barrel of explosives had been thrown into a fire, making a crisp "crackling" sound, and a violent energy rushed straight into his palm along the meridians. In an instant, a purple-gold lightning leaped out from his palm. At first, it was as thin as a hair, flashing with tiny sparks, and in the blink of an eye, it expanded into a fist-sized lightning ball under the urging of the "Thunder God Art". Dozens of fine electric snakes were wandering on the surface of the lightning ball. The purple-gold light pierced the night, ionizing the surrounding air with a faint smell of burning, and even the bluestone under his feet was slightly hot.

What was even more amazing was that the moonlight above seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, forming a circle of golden halo around the thunder ball, as if it had given the thunder a sacred golden border. Shen Yun could clearly feel that the speed of the Thunder God Art in his body was three times faster than usual, and the spiritual power in his meridians was surging like a river. Every cycle was accompanied by the unique domineering nature of thunder and lightning, which made his limbs and bones numb slightly, but became more condensed in this collision.

"As expected, they complement and counteract each other!" A sharp light flashed in Shen Yun's eyes, and his mind suddenly became clear.

His eyes swept through the poisonous miasma forest like lightning, and he suddenly found that with the appearance of the thunder ball, the poisonous miasma in front of him began to squirm restlessly. The originally arrogant gray-green mist seemed to have encountered a natural enemy and retreated madly. The miasma at the edge even turned into wisps of green smoke under the illumination of the lightning, revealing the dark brown layer of rotten leaves below. In just a few breaths, the edge of the forest actually vacated a half-zhang wide vacuum zone. Even the most stubborn miasma dared not cross the line, as if this purple-gold lightning was a heavenly punishment that could burn away all evil.

Shen Yun smiled slightly, and slowly clenched his fist. The thunder ball in his palm was beating slightly, emitting a frightening power. It seems that the obstacle of this poisonous miasma forest is not insurmountable in front of the power of "Thunder God Art" - the moonlight tonight is just right, maybe it's the best time to pass through this place.