Abyss Walker

Chapter 100 Undying Fragments

Yun Muhan looked at her warily, wondering what she was up to. "What opportunity?"

"I can help you regain your memories and prolong your life. But in exchange, you must submit to me and become my servant," the Blood Shadow Demon Lord said seductively.

Yun Muhan was torn. He didn't want to lose his freedom, much less become a pawn of the enemy. But he also knew that if he didn't agree, he might not even see the sun rise tomorrow.

Dugu Jianling: "Extend lifespan? How is that possible?"

Yun Muhan took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his eyes. "Alright, I promise you. But remember, this is only temporary. I will find a chance to take back everything that is mine."

A hint of satisfaction flashed in the Blood Shadow Demon Lord's eyes. She knew Yun Muhan's potential and his value. "Very well, then, our deal begins."

Demon Blood Shadow: If I could destroy these memory fragments, I would have crushed them long ago. What right do you have to touch my Dream Baby?

The Blood Shadow's hand hovered in the air, her palm radiating a faint light—a deep and mysterious aura, seemingly containing boundless magical power. This power, though strange, did not inspire fear; instead, it possessed a peculiar allure, drawing people in irresistibly.

As the power surged forth, the air seemed to thicken, acquiring an almost tangible texture. This power flowed slowly, like a gentle river, enveloping Yun Muhan entirely.

He could feel the temperature of this power; it was neither scorching nor icy, but a just-right warmth, like the spring sunshine, warm and comfortable.

Yun Muhan's body was enveloped by this power, and he felt a sensation he had never experienced before. This power was like a pair of gentle hands, softly caressing his soul, causing his consciousness to gradually blur, as if he had fallen into a state of being half-awake and half-asleep.

Fragments of memory began to surface in his mind, like waves crashing one after another. Some of these fragments were clear, others were blurry; they flashed by rapidly, like film reels rewinding at high speed.

Some fragments were filled with laughter, some with tears, some with the passion of battle, and some with a peaceful warmth. These fragments of memory constituted Yun Muhan's past, churning within his consciousness and making his thoughts chaotic and complex.

Before Yun Muhan's eyes, scenes from the past seemed to reappear—the events he had experienced, the people he had met, the emotions he had felt—all surfacing once more. His heart was filled with complex emotions, a mixture of nostalgia for the past and uncertainty about the future.

Under the influence of this strange power, Yun Muhan's consciousness gradually blurred, and his body became light, as if he were about to drift away with the wind. He felt that he was undergoing a wonderful transformation, a profound baptism from body to soul.

At this moment, he was no longer a simple individual, but became a part of time and space, and his existence became blurred and vast.

Yun Muhan's eyes were tightly closed, his brows furrowed, and his expression revealed that he was going through an internal struggle. That force was like a raging storm, constantly assaulting his will, trying to completely devour him.

His breathing became rapid, and his body trembled involuntarily, but deep within his heart, an even stronger force was resisting—his yearning for freedom and his rebellion against the Blood Shadow Demon Lord's control.

As his memories gradually returned, a surge of intense emotion welled up within Yun Muhan, like a turbulent tide. He thought of Ye Yunxi; her smile was like the warm spring sun, gentle and radiant, and her voice was like heavenly music, melodious and beautiful.

Every moment they spent together is like the most precious gem, embedded in his memory.

Yun Muhan's heart was filled with longing and worry for Ye Yunxi. He worried about her safety and whether she was also thinking of him. He thought of the ups and downs they had gone through together, the difficulties and challenges they had faced together. These experiences had deepened their feelings and made their lives more complete.

A strong sense of responsibility welled up in Yun Muhan's heart. He knew he couldn't fall down; he had to stand up for Ye Yunxi and for their shared future.

Although his body was bound, his spirit was free and strong. He silently vowed that he would not forever submit to the Blood Shadow Demon Lord's control; he would find a way to break free of his shackles and regain his freedom.

Dugu Jianling: "You finally remembered, kid."

Yun Muhan knew that he had to fight for them, for their shared future.

"Your memories have returned," the Blood Shadow Demon Lord's voice interrupted his thoughts. "But this is only the beginning. Your life will also be extended, but remember, everything you have belongs to me."

Yun Muhan opened his eyes, a resolute light shining within them. "I understand," his voice was calm yet powerful, "but remember this: my soul will never belong to you."

The Blood Shadow Demon Lord sneered, seemingly unconcerned about Yun Muhan's resistance. "Let's go, my servant, your first mission is about to begin."

Yun Muhan followed the Blood Shadow Demon Lord with firm steps. Although he had to obey her orders now, Yun Muhan already had a plan in mind.

Yun Muhan: I'm not stupid. The Blood Shadow Demon Lord in history didn't have the ability to recover his memories. This guy clearly obtained fragments of my memories. As for submission, ha, I, Yun Muhan, have never submitted to anyone.

However, I absolutely cannot show it now. This Blood Shadow Demon Lord's current strength has reached at least the Divine Lord Realm, and he could destroy me with one hand.

Dugu Jianling: Didn't she check your memories? Didn't she see anything she shouldn't have?

Yun Muhan: If it weren't for that, she wouldn't have secretly injected a trace of pressure during the fusion process.

"Lord Blood Shadow, may I ask what the first mission is?"

"Cultivate to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage at all costs."

"Young man, your cultivation has stagnated and you need a catalyst to break through."

"An opportunity? Does killing destiny count?" The Blood Shadow Demon Lord's figure vanished instantly.

Destiny: "Has this woman gone mad? What a rebellious thing!"

A sly glint flashed in Yun Muhan's eyes, but his facial expression remained as calm as a still lake, without a ripple. He stood at the edge of the battlefield, his posture upright, like a pine tree that stood firm in a storm.

His gaze was sharp and calm, fixed on every detail of the battle, searching for the best opportunity.

His breathing was steady, his heartbeat regular. Although he was filled with the desire to fight, he knew even more clearly that patience and timing were the keys to this battle.

Yun Muhan's fingers gently stroked the hilt of the sword, feeling the coldness of the blade. This was his weapon in his duel with destiny, and also his guarantee to deliver a fatal blow to destiny.