End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

"Let's go in and take a look together." Fan Mengmeng shook Teng Junze's hand firmly, with the same light flashing in her eyes as his.

The world behind this door, whether it is heaven or hell, they have to face it together.

The two of them slowly walked towards the door filled with strange light.

Every step seems to be stepping on the boundary between time and space.

The light emitted by the gate became stronger and stronger, and their figures became blurred in the light, as if shrouded in a layer of gauze.

The surrounding air seemed to be tinged with a mysterious color by this light, flowing and changing unpredictably.

The air is filled with a strange fragrance, sometimes as refreshing as the winter plum blossoms on the top of the snow-capped mountains, sometimes as rich as the roses in the spring garden. It makes people feel relaxed and happy, but also adds a sense of indescribable tension.

The gate was just around the corner, and the ancient and mysterious atmosphere hit me in the face, making me feel dizzy.

Teng Junze and Fan Mengmeng's heartbeats unconsciously quickened, and emotions of nervousness and anticipation flowed between them like intertwined electric currents.

Just as Teng Junze was about to push open the door, Fan Mengmeng suddenly stopped.

She did not push the door open directly, but unexpectedly lay on the ground, carefully put her eyes to the crack of the door, and peeked inside.

This sudden action made Teng Junze feel a little amused and helpless. He originally thought that Fan Mengmeng would rush in without hesitation as usual.

But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that Fan Mengmeng's caution was right. After all, everything behind this door was unknown, and it never hurt to be cautious.

Fan Mengmeng's actions seemed to cause changes in the surrounding environment.

The light around the gate flickered, as if reacting to her actions.

Teng Junze watched the movements around him vigilantly, ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.

"Mengmeng, what did you see?" Teng Junze asked softly.

Fan Mengmeng raised her head, a glint of surprise flashing in her eyes. She slowly stood up, took Teng Junze's hand, and said in a mysterious and low voice: "I saw..."

Fan Mengmeng took a deep breath and was about to speak when something strange happened!

Suddenly, countless dark green vines emerged from around the originally peaceful gate, as if a dormant giant beast had awakened.

These vines were like living things, with their fangs and claws bared, and with sharp barbs, they madly wrapped around the two of them.

The air was filled with the smell of damp earth, accompanied by the rustling sound of vines rubbing against each other, which made people shudder.

"Be careful!" Teng Junze shouted softly and quickly drew the sword from his waist.

The sword light was sharp, dancing in the air like a silver snake, cutting off the approaching vines one after another.

However, these vines seemed endless. The moment they were cut off, new vines emerged from the ground, coming from both sides of the gate, above it, and even under the feet, in all directions, layer upon layer. The number was so large that it made one's scalp numb.

Fan Mengmeng only felt her ankles tighten, and several thick vines had wrapped around her feet like pythons, and were still tightening.

She gasped and tried to break free, but the vines' hold grew stronger, preventing her from moving.

The small stones around were also driven by the vines and began to roll, making a "gurgling" sound.

The stones rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound, which added a sense of crisis.

The vine is so powerful that it can even move stones. It shows how terrifying its power is!

Seeing this, Teng Junze became anxious and swung his sword even faster.

Wherever the sword pointed, the vines broke and green juice splashed everywhere.

He was like a god of war, charging left and right in the siege of vines, protecting Fan Mengmeng.

The sword flashed like a meteor across the night sky, and every time it was swung, it brought with it the force of thunder.

He had only one thought in his mind, he must not let these vines hurt her in the slightest!

Fan Mengmeng was entangled by vines, but she was not panicked.

Her eyes rolled and an idea came to her.

His ability to understand the past and present came into play at this moment, and some records from ancient books flashed through his mind.

She remembered reading an ancient book that mentioned a special method for dispersing vines.

She took a deep breath and shouted, "Junze, don't cut the surface of the vines, cut their roots, and use sword energy to attack their connection points!"

Upon hearing this, Teng Junze paused slightly, then believed Fan Mengmeng.

He no longer swung blindly, but instead focused his sword energy and attacked the roots of the vines.

The sword energy carried a sharp aura and accurately hit the connection between the vines and the ground.

A magical scene happened!

The vines hit by the sword energy quickly withered and became shriveled as if their vitality had been sucked away.

The vines that were originally wrapped around Fan Mengmeng's feet also lost their strength and loosened up, turning into a pile of dead branches and scattered on the ground.

In an instant, the originally dense vines retreated like a tide, revealing the gate behind them.

Teng Junze stood firmly in place, his robes rustling, and the silver sword flashed brightly in the sunlight.

He is like an unshakable sculpture, heroic and domineering.

Fan Mengmeng looked at him. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, casting a golden glow on the two of them, as if cheering for their victory.

She was about to open her mouth to praise him, but suddenly she felt a chill, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She looked back in confusion, and this time, she saw a pair of eyes...

They pushed open the ancient door, and it creaked, as if opening a passage to another world.

Behind the door was not the bright light as imagined, but a huge maze. The towering stone walls were like silent giants, cutting the space into countless winding passages.

The thick fog surged like a tide, covering the sky and the sun, making everything around shrouded in haze and making it difficult to tell the direction.

Teng Junze held Fan Mengmeng's hand tightly, his brows furrowed. He could feel the strange power hidden in the fog.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Let's go this way." Relying on his keen intuition, he chose a direction and moved forward carefully with Fan Mengmeng.

The passages of the maze are winding, sometimes wide, sometimes narrow, as if there is no end.

They moved back and forth between the stone walls, their footsteps echoing in the empty space, making the silence even more eerie.

After walking for a long time, they found that the surrounding scenery seemed to have not changed at all, and they returned to the starting point.

The same stone walls, the same thick fog, trapped them like a huge cage.

Teng Junze's judgment, which he was proud of, seemed to be ineffective here.

The fog around them grew thicker and thicker, as if countless invisible hands were tightly strangling their throats. The oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe.

"Junze, I... I'm a little tired." Fan Mengmeng's voice was a little weak, and she gradually couldn't keep up with Teng Junze's pace.

The long walk had exhausted her strength, and her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

She didn't want to be a burden to Teng Junze.

She held on, not wanting to make Teng Junze worry.

She knew that, especially at times like this, she had to remain calm.

She tried to open her eyes wide to see her surroundings clearly, but the thick fog obscured her vision, making it impossible for her to tell the direction.

She was a little frustrated and wanted to say something, but she found her throat was a little dry and even her voice became weak.

She opened her mouth slightly, wanting to remind Teng Junze to slow down, but before she could say anything, the scene in front of her became blurry.

The thick fog seemed to turn into a giant hand, tightly strangling her throat, making her chest stuffy and breathing difficult.

Teng Junze was still thinking about how to solve the maze when he suddenly felt a strange breath coming from behind him.

He suddenly stopped and looked back, only to see that Fan Mengmeng's face was as pale as paper, her brows were furrowed, and she seemed to be suffering from some kind of pain.

He was startled and a sense of foreboding came over him.

He found that Fan Mengmeng's body was shaking a little and seemed like she might fall down at any time.

"Mengmeng..." Before Teng Junze could finish his words, Fan Mengmeng's body suddenly softened and fell forward. He was quick to hug her in his arms.

Fan Mengmeng's body fell softly into Teng Junze's arms, like a tired butterfly finding a safe harbor.

Teng Junze's movements were gentle yet firm, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

He looked down at the person in his arms. Her face was pale, her brows were furrowed, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a frightened deer.

His heart was broken, and he wished he could bear all the pain for her.

The thick fog still rolled, the maze remained silent, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Teng Junze's eyes were gentle as water, yet filled with an unquestionable firmness.

He gently hugged Fan Mengmeng tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

Fan Mengmeng leaned on his warm chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, and her tense nerves gradually relaxed.

His arms were her safest haven.

Their eyes met, and deep love spread in the mist.

Fan Mengmeng smiled weakly, her eyes sparkling with glittering light, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

This smile, like a ray of sunshine in winter, warmed Teng Junze's heart.

"I'm fine..." Fan Mengmeng's voice was weak, but it carried a strong strength.

"Just... a little tired."

Teng Junze stroked her hair lovingly and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." His voice was low and magnetic, like the hum of a cello, soothing Fan Mengmeng's uneasy heart.

"Hmm..." Fan Mengmeng nodded gently, buried her head in his chest, and greedily breathed in the fresh scent from his body.

At this moment, she felt extremely at ease, as if all her worries had disappeared.

In this romantic atmosphere, a low roar suddenly came from the depths of the maze, like a sleeping beast being awakened, bringing with it a terrifying pressure.

The sound was deafening, echoing in the empty maze, as if swallowing everything.

Teng Junze and Fan Mengmeng's bodies shook at the same time. They raised their heads at the same time and looked vigilantly in the direction of the sound.

The fog rolled more violently, as if something was approaching.

"What is that..." Fan Mengmeng's voice trembled slightly. She grabbed Teng Junze's sleeve tightly, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

Teng Junze's face was solemn. He clenched the sword in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Let's go and take a look."