Abyss Walker

Chapter 153 Tianzhou Continent, Home of Alchemy

"No, no, I didn't say anything." The Blood Shadow Demon Lord quickly fled.

Blood Shadow: Yun Muhan, you're something else. Don't let me catch you off guard, or I'll make sure you die a horrible death.

————Tianzhou————

(Congratulations on unlocking Tianzhou. The Yuanzhou instance is now complete...)

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Yun Muhan's heart pounded violently in his chest, and all he could see was the approaching ground and the indistinct sound of the wind.

The air whistled past Yun Muhan's ears, like the whisper of death, reminding him that he was falling toward Tianzhou at an alarming speed.

His body spun uncontrollably, each rotation causing his stomach to churn as if trying to fling his soul out of his body.

Yun Muhan's hands instinctively waved in the air, trying to grab onto something, even just a wisp of air, but there was nothing around him except for the howling wind.

His eyes scanned frantically as he fell, searching for any possible chance of survival.

Yun Muhan's gaze swept over the smooth rock face; not a single protruding rock could serve as his lifeline. His eyes passed through the sparse woods; although the trees were lush and leafy, none were thick enough to withstand the impact of his fall.

Every hope he had was dashed as his gaze moved, and his heart was filled with despair.

As he drew closer to the ground, its outline became increasingly clear, each stone and shrub seeming to mock his powerlessness. His heart grew heavy, as if weighed down by an invisible boulder, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"Why can't I transform into human form anymore?"

Yun Muhan's body plummeted from the sky like a kite with a broken string, the wind whistling in his ears.

In his vision, the scenery on the ground rapidly magnified, and time seemed to slow down at that moment. His body was tense, his heart was pounding, and every second felt like an eternal torment.

Just as Yun Muhan was about to crash into the ground, a passerby appeared in his field of vision. The person was hurrying along with his head down, completely unaware of the impending disaster.

With a loud bang, Yun Muhan's body slammed heavily onto a passerby.

Yun Muhan's heart pounded wildly in his chest. He had expected to hear painful groans or terrified screams, but to his surprise, the passerby was able to speak.

He was slightly surprised, but also relieved. Although the passerby was thrown backward by the sudden impact, he did not seem to have suffered any fatal injuries.

"Damn, who littered again?" The passerby's voice carried a hint of mockery and helplessness. His words broke the tense atmosphere and made Yun Muhan feel a little embarrassed.

Yun Muhan rubbed his aching shoulder, the pain causing him to furrow his brow, but he was more concerned about the middle-aged man he had hit.

He looked up and saw that the man was dressed simply, in a plain shirt and faded trousers. Although his expression was displeased, he did not show anger or panic.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Yun Muhan quickly apologized, his voice filled with remorse and worry. He tried to stand up, but found his legs were weak, clearly affected by the impact.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to take the accident to heart; he simply sighed softly and continued rubbing his lower back.

"Be more careful next time, young man." His voice carried a hint of leniency, as if he didn't really blame Yun Muhan.

Yun Muhan nodded, his heart filled with gratitude. He reached out to help the middle-aged man up.

"Are you alright? Should we go to the clinic?" Yun Muhan asked with concern.

The middle-aged man waved his hand, indicating that he was fine. "No need, this little injury is nothing." He stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and

Yun Muhan: Why did I suddenly lose the ability to transform? Luckily, I didn't die from the fall during my Nascent Soul stage, otherwise this handsome dragon would have died young.

Yun Muhan's heartbeat gradually calmed down. He shifted his gaze from the unconscious middle-aged man and began to quickly scan his surroundings.

He found himself in a bustling market, surrounded by stalls displaying a dazzling array of goods, with shouts of vendors and the sounds of bargaining filling the air, creating a lively and vibrant atmosphere.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the market, dappling the stone pavement and adding a touch of vibrancy to this bustling place.

Vendors enthusiastically solicited customers, children darted through the crowd and played, and pedestrians dressed in various styles strolled leisurely or hurried along, each face telling a story of life.

"Where did you come from? How did you suddenly fall down?" The middle-aged man's voice was tinged with dissatisfaction and surprise. He rubbed his sore shoulder and frowned as he looked at Yun Muhan.

Yun Muhan's heart tightened; he knew his sudden appearance would inevitably arouse suspicion. He had to be cautious and not reveal his identity. His eyes flickered, trying to find a plausible explanation.

"I...I don't know either, maybe it fell from the sky." Yun Muhan tried his best to make his voice sound calm, but there was a hint of confusion in his words, as if he himself was also confused by this sudden change.

The middle-aged man looked at Yun Muhan suspiciously, as if trying to determine if he was hiding anything in his words. His gaze swept over Yun Muhan from head to toe, as if trying to glean some clues from his appearance.

Yun Muhan's appearance was normal. Apart from some dust and scratches from the fall, he looked like an ordinary passerby.

Just then, Yun Muhan sensed a powerful fluctuation of spiritual energy, and his senses immediately sharpened. He had to carefully conceal his aura to avoid attracting unnecessary attention.

"I really don't know, maybe I fell down by accident." Yun Muhan continued to speak vaguely, his voice carrying a hint of apology, trying to quell the middle-aged man's doubts.

Although the middle-aged man was still somewhat skeptical, seeing that Yun Muhan meant no harm and with the surrounding people's attention starting to focus on him, he didn't want to cause any further commotion.

He muttered a few words, but ultimately decided to let Yun Muhan go and turned to continue his journey.

Yun Muhan breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the most important thing now was to find a safe place, check his condition, and plan his next move. He carefully blended into the crowd while remaining vigilant, ready to deal with any situation that might arise.

Taking the opportunity, Yun Muhan stood up, dusted himself off, and began searching for clues in the market, trying to figure out his transformation problem and restore his transformation ability.

He weaved through the bustling crowd and arrived at a stall selling various spiritual herbs and medicines. The stall owner was an elderly man who looked somewhat otherworldly, and he was busy introducing various medicinal materials to customers.

Yun Muhan stepped forward and politely asked, "Sir, do you know any way to restore my human form? I seem to have encountered some trouble."

The old man looked up at him, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes: "Young man, you don't look like an ordinary person. Your transformation problem probably can't be solved by ordinary medicinal herbs. However, I do know a place where you might find the answer you're looking for."

Yun Muhan's eyes lit up: "Really? Where is that place?"

The old man pointed to the end of the market: "There is an ancient pavilion there, said to have been left behind by a wise man. Go there and take a look; perhaps you will find your answer."

Yun Muhan was overjoyed and quickly thanked the old man, "Thank you for your guidance, sir. I'll go and take a look at that pavilion now." He turned to leave, but then stopped and turned back to ask, "Sir, what's so special about that pavilion? How should I find it?"