The Portal of Wonderland

Time flew and a few days had passed.

On the bank of the lake, Shi Mu sat on his knees with his eyes closed. His face was slightly pale with a mix of blood-red. Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like he was in some kind of pain.

Red lines appeared on his originally black left arm. From afar, his body seemed to be shrouded in red and white flame.

The flames, which were spiritual in nature, moved up and down. Hot air burst in all directions, causing a sharp rise in the nearby temperature.

When Shi Mu opened his eyes, the red and white flames rolled up and combined on top of his head. The flames were absorbed into his left hand and instantly disappeared without a trace.

“What happened?” Shi Mu muttered to himself.

During these past few days, he had been carefully studying the Bone Worm’s ability of fire absorption. Although it was hard to completely control such power, it could be tempered with the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art of his left hand.

However, he made no progress and could not figure out the reason why.

According to the Nine Resolutions Mysterious Art’s record, this was similar to the second drop of the White Ape’s Blood Essence. It had integrated into his body yet it did not completely match his own.

Shi Mu pondered with furrowed brows and a flash in his eyes.

Essentially, the bloody fog that was absorbed by the submarine accidents in the past could now be roughly determined. It was created by the first drop of the heavenly beast White Ape Demon King’s blood essence.

At first, it caused a feeling as if the blood boiled, much like when one absorbed the blood essence from the Heaven Ascension Treasure Vault.

It had been more than ten years since the first drop of blood essence was absorbed. During this period, he had turned into a white ape several times. Every time he woke up, it seemed that there were some subtle changes in him.

Afterward, a mysterious woman began to appear within the burning flame. It was logical for the cultivation of the Nine Resolutions Mysterious Art. Could it be that the blood of the beast became more closely connected to one’s own body over time?

If so, was the second drop of blood essence going through another decade?

Shi Mu was speechless as the thought occurred to him.

Just when Shi Mu was in deep thought, he felt a strong vibration from the mountain through his feet, and there came the sound of running water from the nearby lake.

Shi Mu immediately stood up and stared at the center of the lake.

The calm mirror-like surface of the lake was now boiling violently, picking up a burst of bloody waves and gradually forming a huge vortex.

The vortex gradually rose and in the middle of the lake, a crystal clear human figure with two pairs of light silver began to dance around him…

When the blood vortex rose to more than ten feet, the human-sized crystal skeleton had now been completely exposed in the air.

A faint white light in the air glowed softly on the surface of the bones.

“Yan Luo!” Shi Mu looked at the crystal skeleton at the top of the vortex and shouted.

But the next moment, when he looked up at the white light in the air, his eyes suddenly showed a faint expression.

Clouds had gathered above the lake and merged into a single large cloud in the sky. The pure white clouds faintly emitted a holy ambiance.

White lights sprinkled from these clouds.

Shi Mu could not have been more shocked, for this was the Dead Spirit World where it was full of dark energy.

Regardless of his situation, the clouds floating in the sky were gray, giving off a very depressing feeling.

However, the white clouds created a strong contrast with the gray-scarred sky.

During Shi Mu’s confusion while looking at the white clouds, he heard the thunderous sound of stridulation.

Shi Mu suddenly snapped back to reality.

A golden bolt of lightning shot out of the white cloud. The lightning was extremely fast and struck the center of the lake. It was Yan Luo who was now in the middle of the vortex!

Every golden bolt struck that Yan Luo changed into a Golden Electric Snake swimming around her body.

As the snakes spread, Yan Luo was covered with them. As the last thunderbolt struck, Yan Luo had gradually submerged and disappeared completely.

Looking from afar, it was like a golden cocoon held up by the bloody vortex.

This cocoon was not weaved with silk but golden thunder from the white cloud!

After the thunderstorm, the white clouds in the air had fallen, the layers were split and turned into a group of white clouds, gradually fading out of visibility.

Above the lake, the golden thunder continually swam down the surface of the silk cocoon, emitting a ray of dazzling golden light. It surrounded the bloody mist lake as if it had been dyed with a gold color.

Such vast momentum caused turbulence in the army of dead spirits that had surrounded the lake. All the dead spirit creatures trembled with a fear visible in their eyes and reaching right to their souls.

“Chi!”

A column of white light rose from the golden silkworm cocoons!

The beam of light flickered in the dark and suddenly the shadow of a girl in a white palace dress appeared. Her whole body was covered in fluorescent light so that she could not be seen clearly.

The girl’s illusion was like a glimpse. As she appeared, it turned into a group of white light and fell into the golden silkworm cocoon below.

Once the silkworm cocoon was immersed in the white light, it pulsated rhythmically.

When the girl’s illusion appeared again, Shi Mu suddenly felt a sense that could hardly be described.

A trace of doubt showed in his eyes as he stared at the golden cocoon in the air.

It was unknown how much time had passed when the surface of the golden cocoon exploded in all directions with a thunderous boom.

Shi Mu saw the golden light flash in front of him, and the next moment, his mouth was agape in astonishment.

The golden silkworm cocoon above the bloody vortex had disappeared. In its place was a stunning girl appearing from the vortex, curled up with her hands on her knees.

Her black hair was smooth and long like a waterfall. It fluttered faintly as her icy muscles shone.

Her eyes were half-closed as if she was still deep asleep in her dreams. Her face was small and her nose was pointy. Her lips were slightly opened like a fine carving without even the tiniest flaw.

On her back was a dazzling lotus-like black spiritual mark, adding a touch of flirtatiousness to her physical appearance.

“Yan Luo, is that you…?” Shi Mu asked hesitantly.

It seemed that with a call from Shi Mu, Yan Luo’s lashes trembled a little as she slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were like a pair of stars, like the autumn water flowing, surveying her surroundings.

Shi Mu blushed at the sight of Yan Luo’s beauty.

Yan Luo opened her eyes wide and stretched her arms to hold onto her head as if something important had just occurred to her. Her expression changed to one of horror and anger. Her whole body began to tremble as she screamed.

Shi Mu felt a whistling sound in his ears and it sent him into a headache. His sight faded into total darkness and he fell into a coma.

Shi Mu did not know how long he had been unconscious.

He propped up his body and shook his slightly swollen head to recall the scene before the coma. He suddenly thought of something and stood up, hurriedly looking around.

He found Yan Luo lying on the side of the lake not far away, seemingly falling into a deep sleep again.

Shi Mu quickly rushed forward but a burst of blood surged, preventing him from moving so he stood still.

Yan Luo’s long silky hair scattered around her body, slightly exposing her fragrant muscles. Under her snowy retouching neck, slightly swaying and exhaling like a blue.

Suddenly, her eyelashes moved slightly and her eyes opened gradually. A pair of jewel-like eyes looked at Shi Mu from a distance.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth were eclipsed.

Shi Mu’s face turned red but he could not keep his eyes off her.

Yan Luo’s cheeks suddenly turned into two red clouds out of embarrassment when she realized she was right in front of Shi Mu. She quickly guarded up her chest with her hands and glanced at Shi Mu angrily.

“Look at me one more time and I’ll kill you!”

Although her voice sounded cold, it was loud and clear within Shi Mu’s heart through telepathy.

When the words fell before Shi Mu got turned away his gaze, both of Yan Luo’s eyes glowed and her body began to shine.

Seeing the dense silver light spots fluttering around like flying dust, the dazzling light blinded Shi Mu to the point that he could not open his eyes.

As the light faded, Yan Luo stood up and a new set of silver armor had appeared on her body.

Yan Luo turned around in a circle, ignoring Shi Mu, and walked directly to the lake.

Walking to the shore, Yan Luo leaned down and looked at the lake in front of her. The silver light in the lake was shining and had gradually spread out in every direction. The bloody mist lake seemed to be covered by a layer of water vapor, making it transparent like a mirror.

From the reflection of the lake, there stood a girl in silver armor, swaying and looking forward with a sense of determination.

Yan Luo raised her hand and slammed the blue silk hanging from her forehead as she looked at the reflection in the lake. Her mouth was slightly sloppy and had a sloppy smile across her face. She seemed to be quite satisfied with her current appearance.

But then she thought of something again, and let out a disappointed sigh.

Shi Mu looked at the delicate figure in front of him and somehow in his heart, there was a strange emotion surging within.

Yan Luo suddenly stood up and immediately raised his hand and waved. His face flashed with a ray of silver light as a small and delicate face mask emerged, covering half of her face.

After doing all this, she turned around and looked at Shi Mu once again.

“Yan Luo, this is your original appearance…?! I did not expect you to be so beautiful…” Shi Mu looked at Yan Luo and unthinkingly said it in disbelief.

Before Shi Mu even finished her sentence, Yan Luo rose slightly and looked up at the Fallen Angel Desk floating over Shi Mu’s head.

“This thing is useful. I’m going to keep it,” the woman said faintly.

Before Shi Mu could even react, Yan Luo was already far away. The Fallen Angel Desk turned into a ray of black light and immediately flew into her hands.