Black Myth: The Legend of Tianpeng Seeking Demons

Before them, the three of them finally passed through the halo of light and arrived at a strange yet magnificent hall.

Three enormous stone doors stand tall in the center of the hall, each carved with a different pattern—the left door depicts raging waves, the middle door is ablaze with flames, and the right door is covered with blooming blue lotuses.

The stone gate emitted a strange light, as if it were watching them.

Zhu Feifei rubbed her eyes and muttered under her breath, "What does this mean? One door leads to heaven, and the other two lead to hell?"

Ling Xuan closed his eyes to sense the situation and frowned slightly: "The aura behind the three doors is extremely unstable, so they are obviously not ordinary passages."

Any wrong choice could leave us here forever.

The Queen of Jingjue looked around and said in a deep voice, "Be careful, this is not only a trial ground, but also a trap to deceive people's hearts."

Suddenly, a deep, resonant voice echoed in the air, low and majestic, as if it came from the very heavens and earth:

"The test of fate lies in choices, but remember—the most obvious answer is not necessarily the right way out."

As soon as the words were spoken, the three doors opened simultaneously, unleashing torrents of spiritual energy accompanied by piercing roars. Before the three could react, a powerful suction force instantly pulled them apart into different stone doors.

Perspective 1: Zhu Feifei's Trial of the raging waves

Zhu Feifei was sucked into the Gate of Raging Waves, and his vision suddenly cleared as he found himself standing on an endless sea. The wind howled, and the waves surged like giant beasts. He looked around and saw an old man with a full head of white hair and a hunched back sitting cross-legged, holding a jade slip that emitted a faint blue light in his hands.

"If you want to leave here alive, take this jade slip." The old man looked up, his gaze as deep as the sea. "But do you dare?"

Zhu Feifei rushed over without hesitation. Just as she reached out and touched the jade slip, the old man suddenly sneered, "Foolish young man, do you know what you are facing?"

Before he finished speaking, the entire sea surface suddenly split open, and the water beneath Zhu Feifei's feet transformed into countless tentacle-like chains, binding him tightly!

"Damn it! I knew it wouldn't be that simple!" Zhu Feifei struggled frantically, his rake suddenly unleashing a burst of intense flames that burned the chains to ashes. But as soon as he broke free, even more chains emerged from the water, surrounding him completely.

“Power cannot break the shackles of fate,” the old man’s voice boomed like a tidal wave. “Only by seeing the truth can we break the deadlock.”

"The truth?!" Zhu Feifei gritted her teeth. "You better explain yourself clearly!"

At that moment, a flash of inspiration struck him, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the waves—the source of the chains was none other than his own shadow!

Zhu Feifei bit his finger, dripping a drop of blood into the seawater, and sneered, "Old man, you want to lock me up? Dream on!" He roared and swung his rake again, severing his own shadow along with the chains. The raging waves subsided instantly, and the sea returned to calm.

The old man showed a hint of approval, and the jade slip slowly floated into Zhu Feifei's hand.

"We've passed the first hurdle."

On the other side, Queen Jingjue stepped into the Gate of Flames and found herself amidst a burning ruin. Beneath her feet lay scorched earth, and above her, a sky thick with gloom. Scattered among the ruins were countless broken weapons and fallen soldiers, and the air was thick with the pungent stench of blood.

Suddenly, a girl wielding two swords slowly emerged from the flames, her face cold and her eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Trespassers, die!" the girl said coldly. Before she finished speaking, her twin swords were already drawn, flames dancing along with the blades.

Queen Jingjue quickly drew her sword to meet the attack, but she soon discovered that her opponent's attacks seemed to be able to see through her every move, and no matter how she changed her tactics, she was precisely suppressed.

"Don't waste your energy," the girl sneered. "You can't win."

The Queen of Jingjue's gaze turned cold, and she slowly sheathed her sword: "You're right, I cannot defeat you. But..."

She suddenly leaped into the air, a golden light bursting from her hand, transforming into a sword aura that shot straight into the sky. The sky then split open, and a blinding pillar of light crashed down, completely annihilating the flames.

The girl froze, then slowly disappeared, leaving only a whisper: "Breakthrough, is your choice truly without regret?"

Ling Xuan was led into a vibrant, lotus-filled secret realm. Here, flowers and plants flourished, streams flowed gently, and the place was tranquil and beautiful. But he clearly sensed an intense killing intent—an intent emanating from within his own body!

A low laugh rang in his ear: "Spirit, why struggle? Your own destiny has already been determined."

Ling Xuan frowned, the bell jingling slightly in an attempt to dispel the eerie aura. But the next moment, he was astonished to find that his hands had transformed into pitch-black ghostly claws!

"This... how is this possible?" Ling Xuan was shocked, but quickly calmed down. He closed his eyes and tried to restore his original state by channeling his spiritual power. But no matter how hard he tried, the ghostly claw not only did not disappear, but gradually spread throughout his body.

“Fate never pities the weak,” the low laughter rang out again, “accept it, or perish.”

Ling Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, his claws digging fiercely into the ground, pinning him to the spot. He sneered, "Fate? Don't treat me like a fool! If fate wants to change me, I'll refuse to let it succeed!"

The green lotus withered instantly, and the strange changes within his body dissipated as well. Ling Xuan slowly rose, his gaze sharp: "Who will control my destiny is still uncertain."

After surviving the perilous ordeal, the three returned to the center of the hall. Each held a different treasure—a deep blue jade slip, a golden sword aura rune, and a green lotus seed.

The air in the hall seemed to freeze, the three doors slowly closed, and the voice in the air rang out again: "Challenger of Fate, the real choice has only just begun."

Just as everyone was stunned by what they saw, an even larger and more magnificent door suddenly emerged slowly from behind the spacious hall.

The door soars into the clouds, seemingly reaching the heavens, its surface adorned with countless intricate and mysterious runes of destiny.

These runes shimmered with a faint yet unsettling light, like twinkling stars in the night sky or jellyfish glowing faintly at the bottom of the deep sea.

Zhu Feifei stared wide-eyed at the giant door, gripping his rake tightly in his hand, his palms sweating with nervousness.

He involuntarily swallowed, his voice trembling slightly as he said, "Holy crap, when will this ever end? It feels like one problem after another!"

Standing to the side, the Queen of Jingjue's face was ashen. Her deep, pool-like eyes were fixed on the massive gate radiating immense pressure. After a moment of silence, she lowered her voice and spoke:

"Don't panic. In my opinion, this door may just be the first obstacle on the way to the final destination."

At this moment, Lingxuan, who had been smiling and seemingly relaxed, also slightly suppressed her smile and thoughtfully echoed:

"Indeed, what we call the end is often just the starting point of the next journey. Who can know what hardships and dangers await us after passing through this door?"

As the three people's conversation gradually subsided, the enormous door began to slowly and heavily open to both sides.

With a dull thud as the door hinges turned, a thick aura of darkness surged out from the crack in the door like a tidal wave.

At the same time, a deep and awe-inspiring roar suddenly came from the endless darkness, like an ancient beast being awakened in anger.

Undoubtedly, new and severe challenges are imminent, and are coming at them with overwhelming force.