Chapter 2249 - 2249: Dark Dungeon 1<div>


    Trantor: Henyee Trantions Editor: Henyee Trantions


    Everyone found themselves in the same predicament, including Gu Chaoyan. Her legs gradually sank, with half of her lower limbs already submerged in the soft yellow sand.


    Gu Chaoyan felt a surge of rm, but she resisted the urge to panic. Instead, she maintained herposure, noticing that those who struggled only sank faster, with half their bodies disappearing into the sand. Determined to find a solution, she focused on calming her nerves.<div>


    Drawing her white jade sword, she held it horizontally, hoping it might decelerate their descent.


    “What should we do? We’ll suffocate if we get buried here!” Di Hongyun asked with a calm exterior, though panic lurked beneath the surface. They had endured countless trials in the mystic realm, and no one wanted to meet their end in this sea of yellow sand.


    Gu Chaoyan surveyed their surroundings, searching for options.


    Yet, there seemed to be no viable escape n. They could employ some methods to slow their descent, but none offered a means of salvation. The relentless march of the yellow sand engulfed everything in its path.


    Within the mystic realm, the use of Sword Kinesis Flight was strictly prohibited.


    Desperation welled up within Gu Chaoyan, but she shook her head resolutely. She refused to ept this fate, but the only option left was to venture deeper and uncover the truth.


    The three of them held hands, a symbol of their unwavering solidarity. Regardless of whaty ahead, they were determined to face it together.


    At this moment..


    A scream arose next to them, which was soon drowned out in the yellow sand.


    For real.


    Everyone showed a look of fear.<div>


    The others also sank into the yellow sand.


    Gu Chaoyan looked at the yellow sand in front of her. Soon they would be buried in the yellow sand too. She closed her eyes.


    The moment she felt suffocated, Gu Chaoyan suddenly sensed herself falling, and with that descent came the sweet return of breath.


    They were not dead.


    That was the instinctive thought that crossed Gu Chaoyan’s mind.


    And as it turned out…


    They were unceremoniously deposited onto a hard surface.


    Before her, an imprable darkness reigned, but it eventually receded, revealing a faint glimmer of light.


    “Where are we?” The Head of the Undead Race queried, his voice trembling with fear. It resonated eerily in the dim surroundings, mirroring the anxious sentiments of the others.


    Once again, they were not dead.


    This notion persisted in Gu Chaoyan’s subconscious.<div>


    In this moment..


    The unmistakable sound of cascading sand reached her ears, their feet gradually concealed by the yellow grains.


    Remainingposed, Gu Chaoyan surveyed their bleak confinement and uttered in a frosty tone, “We must have fallen into a cell. Is the King above us? Why else would the yellow sand continue to descend upon us? We may be oblivious to the events outside, but if we don’t extricate ourselves promptly, death will inevitably befall us when the sand finishes its descent.”


    The Head of the Undead Race attempted to force the cell door open, but it resisted his efforts, its unyielding nature apparent.


    “We’ve been set up,” Gu Chaoyan concluded with a sigh as she took a seat.


    They had all congregated at what was supposed to be the fabled sanctuary of the ancient monk, only to discover it was a mere illusion. Following that revtion, they found themselves in this enigmatic ce.


    As they dissected the details, it became evident that someone had orchestrated this deception.


    But who could be behind it?