Eternal life begins with saving my clan-Chapter 260 : Finding the Butterfly Gorge

As the young man stood at the center of the massive river, his eyes were fixed on the horizon where the moon's reflection danced upon the water's surface.

However, it wasn't the moon's reflection that captured his attention. Instead, it was the shimmering image of a massive butterfly that appeared to float effortlessly on the river's surface.

Under the luminous glow of the moonlight, the vivid reflection of the butterfly seemed almost ethereal, its delicate wings glimmering with otherworldly beauty.

But what truly intrigued the young man was the peculiar phenomenon occurring at the center of the butterfly's wings.

As his gaze sharpened, he noticed that the river seemed to part effortlessly at the center of the butterfly's wings, as if yielding to some mysterious force.

The water on either side of the butterfly's reflection remained calm and undisturbed, creating a mesmerizing sight that seemed to defy the laws of nature.

Intrigued by this unusual occurrence, the young man felt a surge of excitement coursing through his veins.

With a deep smile on his face, the young man muttered the words "The Butterfly Gorge," his voice filled with a mixture of awe and excitement.

For so long, this place had been shrouded in legend and mystery, but now, standing before it, he felt a sense of exhilaration coursing through his veins. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

As he gazed upon the majestic sight of the Butterfly Gorge, his smile deepened, and he took a confident step forward.

It was time to unravel the secrets that lay hidden within this enigmatic place.

Approaching the point where the river split into two, he could feel a powerful force tugging at his body, as if trying to pull him apart.

However, with a calm resolve, he effortlessly repelled the force, his determination unwavering.

With a steady gaze, he surveyed his surroundings, taking in every detail before taking another decisive step forward.

As his foot touched the surface of the divided river, he felt a sudden rush of energy engulfing him, and in an instant, he vanished from sight.

As the young man turned his gaze towards the grassland ahead, his expression remained unchanged, but a hint of curiosity flickered in his eyes. The sight of the tranquil beasts grazing peacefully amidst the lush vegetation intrigued him.

"Mysterious creatures," he murmured under his breath, his thoughts drifting briefly to the enigmatic wildlife of the area.

However, his contemplation was abruptly interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching rapidly from the distance.

With a calm demeanor, he turned to face the source of the commotion, his senses alert and focused.

As the group of guards approached, led by a bald man with a deep scar running across his right eye, the young man remained composed, his hands clasped behind his back.

The bald man brandished a long black spear, his authoritative presence commanding attention. Experience more content on novelbuddy

"Stop!" the bald man bellowed, his voice echoing across the landscape.

The young man regarded the guards with a steady gaze, unperturbed by their intimidating demeanor.

Despite the overwhelming odds against him, he exuded an air of confidence and composure.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" He demanded, his eyes solemn, ready to launch an attack if the response he received was not satisfying.

As the young man posed the question, his voice carried an enigmatic tone, as though he were pondering a distant memory.

He seemed to be searching for something within himself, a flicker of recognition perhaps.

However, instead of providing a direct answer, he shifted his focus, his demeanor becoming more assertive and commanding.

With each step forward, he exuded an aura of authority that seemed to surpass the intimidating presence of the bald man and his guards.

"Many may know of my existence," he began, his voice low and measured, "but your organization is not among them. Or perhaps, you are aware of me, but your knowledge is limited."

His words hung in the air, laden with a sense of significance that caught the attention of the assembled guards. It was clear that this encounter was unlike any they had experienced before.

"Asking who I am is irrelevant," the young man continued, his gaze unwavering. "The true question is: what can you offer me?"

With a decisive gesture, a surge of power that swept through the area, compelling the guards to kneel before him in submission.

The bald man and his men, overwhelmed by the force of his presence, could only bow their heads in deference.

"I seek answers," he declared, his voice resonating with determination. "And I will not be deterred until I find them."

With a powerful force pressing down their back like a small mountain, their previous arrogant and intimidating presence disappeared into thin air.

On their faces were shock and confusion but they were not scared.

This strange hooded young man might be powerful but compared to those behind them. He was nothing. So they thought.

Like they predicted, an aged voice came from the sky.

The elderly man stood suspended in the sky, his figure outlined against the backdrop of clouds that drifted lazily across the heavens.

His presence commanded attention.

His face, weathered by the passage of time, bore the wrinkles and lines of a lifetime's worth of experiences.

Framed by a long, flowing beard of silver-gray, his features were etched with the marks of age, yet there was a vitality in his gaze that belied his years.

His eyes, sharp and piercing, seemed to penetrate the very essence of those who beheld them, holding a depth of knowledge and understanding that spoke of centuries of existence.

Adorned in robes of deep blue, adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, he exuded an aura of majesty and strength.

Each movement he made was deliberate, imbued with a sense of purpose and authority that left no doubt as to his stature.

As he spoke, his voice resonated with a deep, commanding timbre that carried across the sky. Every word was infused with the weight of his wisdom and experience, echoing through the air with a clarity that demanded attention.

"You must be from the Barren Land?" His voice rang out, echoing against the vast expanse of the heavens. It was a statement, not a question, delivered with the assurance of one who knew the truth before it was spoken.

In his presence, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to shift, the very air crackling with the intensity of his aura.

It was clear that this elderly man was no ordinary being; he was a Peak Core Refining expert.

[AN: This is an Epic showdown. Prepared to witness the thrilling, exciting battle of the mighty Su Yen. I can't wait.

Give me Castle and I'll post three chapters.

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