The little disciple cautiously stepped into the depths of the rift. Darkness, thick as ink, wrapped tightly around him. From time to time, the roars of Evil Creatures echoed around him, as though they came from the abyss of the underworld, chilling him to the bone and filling his heart with dread.
The deeper he went, the colder it became, as if even his soul might be frozen by the chill. The little disciple could not help shivering, but he did not retreat. Instead, he continued forward with unwavering resolve.
Suddenly, a swarm of bat-like Evil Creatures shot toward him from all directions like lightning. They were incredibly fast, reaching him in the blink of an eye. Their claws were razor-sharp and gleamed with a cold light, sending a shiver down his spine.
The little disciple showed no fear. He swiftly swung the divine artifact in his hand, and it gave off a dazzling radiance that flickered through the darkness. The light intertwined with the shrieks of the Evil Creatures, forming a thrilling battle.
After a fierce fight, the little disciple finally drove back this group of Evil Creatures. But before he could catch his breath, a massive Black Vortex appeared ahead. It exuded a heart-pounding evil aura, like a bottomless black hole swallowing everything.
The Mysterious Immortal's Immortal Soul warned him in his mind, "That is the source of evil power. It is filled with unknown dangers. Are you sure you want to enter?"
The little disciple took a deep breath, clenched the divine artifact tightly, and answered resolutely, "I must go in. This is my mission."
With that, he charged into the vortex without hesitation. Inside, space twisted, and time seemed to lose all meaning. The little disciple struggled onward through the bizarre environment, every step like a