Capítulo 1286: Chapter 21: Ruins Natives!
Nothing else, because at this mont that giant iron ore has explained everything.
On this ink-colored plane like salt fields, that protruding iron ore completely corresponds with the information Jude had ntioned before.
At the entrance of the ruins, you would see a representative object, which is also the na of the ruins.
So…
Mu Fan looked up at the distant, serene door on the black wall.
…it’s the Steel Ruins!
He took a deep breath.
Mu Fan strode forward.
“If we’re going inside… let’s be careful,” Black’s voice was quite serious, as it had collected very little information about ancient relics.
As for areas possessing unknown powers, Black’s attitude had always been to stay as far away as possible.
Mu Fan responded casually with a hum.
He walked calmly towards the door.
Behind him, Shura still kneeled slightly on the ground, resisting the inexplicable pressure of this space.
“I’ll be back as soon as possible.”
Mu Fan reached the door, placing both hands on the door handle. The chilling touch made him feel as if he was finally returning to reality.
Then he slowly pulled it open.
With a creak, the door opened, and dim starlight shone at Mu Fan’s feet.
The shadow behind him was stretched long.
In front, there seed to be a thin film slowly wriggling, as if the outside air wanted to blow in but was sohow blocked.
Mu Fan blinked, took out a dagger, and stabbed forward to test for three seconds before quickly pulling back.
His fingers gently stroked the blade.
The temperature hadn’t changed; the sides of the sharp blade remained smooth as always.
Then Mu Fan, without any hesitation, reached out his hand to cover the thin film.
Gently passing through.
It felt as if his arm was imrsed in water of a constant temperature.
Mu Fan’s fingertips sensed the temperature of the world beyond.
And then, he stepped in.
The mont Mu Fan entered the film, Shura seed to sense a sudden aura emanating from inside and looked up at the door.
The hand gently twisted, the sheath stabilized on the ground.
He wanted to stand up but was suppressed by so mighty power.
“Be… careful…”
In the pitch-black night sky, a few dim stars dotted.
There was no moon here, only the faint light emitted by those dim stars.
Outlined the contours of this land.
This was a thousand-ter-high peak, the mountain covered entirely with ink-colored boulders.
On a slightly smoothed boulder, suddenly a leg erged enigmatically, then stepped down lightly.
When the foot touched the boulder, it made a ‘ding’ sound.
Carrying the characteristic elasticity of tal…
A silhouette suddenly appeared, standing steadily on this boulder, facing the cool mountain wind under the night sky.
“The sensor is malfunctioning, Mu Fan, are you okay?”
Mu Fan withdrew his gaze from scanning around and nodded.
“Very well, I’m now on top of a mountain, where I can breathe freely.”
“It’s just that the terrain here is sowhat peculiar, with peaks, basins, and peaks, and I seem to be able to see the distant, gigantic wall.”
Mu Fan looked up at the sky, which seed to be the only place to see farther away.
Behind the iron door, it turned out it wasn’t a real castle.
Mu Fan stomped his foot, all around was solid iron ore.
He laughed at himself.
To be precise, this should be a gigantic steel labyrinth.
In the distance, wisps of white smoke spiraled up.
Mu Fan squinted…
Looking far away.
Cooking smoke?
“I’ll go take a look.”
After saying that, Mu Fan leapt downwards, his entire body turning from still to moving in an instant, charging almost vertically toward the bottom of the mountain.
Every step he took, a loud thud echoed beneath his feet.
However, no trace was left on these mountain stones.
Evidently, such force was unable to leave a mark inside the ruins at all.
This truly was a place worthy of being called the Steel Ruins!
Sweat stead off his body, and Mu Fan’s feet landed heavily on the ground.
The thud echoed in the valley.
Mu Fan looked up at the surrounding peaks, towering over a thousand ters high.
“Black, record the ti for .”
“This ruin doesn’t appear that large.”
After saying that, Mu Fan started running forward in large strides, his entire body’s cells becoming active.
The scenery around him rapidly sped past.
Mu Fan saw broken mountain bodies, collapsed mine tunnels, and dust-sealed ruins weathered by ti.
He even saw scattered white bones on the ground.
This place was desolate…
Like a sleeping relic.
The events that transpired here long ago were quickly outlined in Mu Fan’s mind through these scenes.
Three years ago, many things seed to have happened to the people who entered here.
Yet, what about those white smoke threads from afar?
Up ahead was a massive corner.
Mu Fan, now in full sprint, stepped crosswise on the mountain body, pushed down forcefully, and reflected out.
The mont his body turned.
Bang!
A huge tallic crash suddenly exploded in the air.
Like thunder.
The hairs on Mu Fan’s body stood on end, and his body shrank abruptly, stopping in place.
He imdiately looked upward.
A blood-colored glimr flashed in his pupils, making everything in the dark night instantly incredibly clear.
Blood-colored Vision!
A short and burly figure stood on the hillside, wearing a black tattered vest, gripping a hoe and striking down fiercely.
Bang!
Sparkling sparks burst forth, the fire splashing onto the figure without any notice.
Mu Fan could clearly see the scars all over the opponent’s bronze skin.
Strong muscles bulging, sweat dripping off the arms.
When the third sound rang out, Mu Fan involuntarily widened his eyes.
Because the short and sturdy figure, standing at only about a ter and a half, managed to hack down a huge piece of iron ore with the hoe, with a diater already exceeding a ter.
That iron ore… could actually be carved?
Mu Fan recalled the scene of his rapid descent earlier, shaking his head in disbelief.
Such powerful impact when he landed hadn’t even stirred a ripple on the ground.
When the short, stout figure turned, attempting to kick the ore aside, it happened to lock eyes with Mu Fan’s blood-tinged eyes below.
Mu Fan’s pupils contracted.
Because he saw the bright eyes on the opponent’s bronze face.
That person wasn’t very old.
Because Mu Fan didn’t see the wisdom of age in those eyes.
Instead, there was confusion and… naivety.
At the sa ti, Mu Fan noticed the overly developed pectoral muscles.
After staring at each other for five full seconds.
Mu Fan’s eyes showed excitent, for he had actually encountered a human here!
He prepared to smile, to show goodwill.
However, at that mont, the black figure suddenly took a deep breath, the chest inflating greatly.
A rough voice, as coarse as an old woman’s, suddenly echoed in the canyon.
“Outsider!?”
Hmm?
Mu Fan was taken aback.
When would anyone refer to others as outsiders?
There’s only one possibility, the other is an indigenous inhabitant of this space.
An indigenous inhabitant within ancient ruins?
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