It not only provides direct access to the vast and vibrant world outside the palace, but also cleverly and secretly connects to hidden corners throughout the palace.
Like a giant dragon sleeping in the darkness, it knows countless untold secrets of the palace and the vicissitudes of history.
It is like a mysterious time tunnel, carrying the intertwining of the past and present, and witnessing the rise and fall of the court.
However, although Xuan Ying was agile and nimble, and moved like lightning, he was as silent as a ghost in the dark night.
He possessed extraordinary martial arts skills and courage, but he was not familiar with the terrain of this secret passage.
The passageways within this secret tunnel are winding and labyrinthine, full of unknowns and challenges.
At times, the passage is so narrow that only one person can pass sideways, and the walls on both sides seem to be squeezing tightly, creating a sense of oppressive suffocation.
At times, the view suddenly opens up, as if you've entered a mysterious underground palace, but this openness also carries a strange eeriness.
The occasional water droplets seeping from the wall shimmered eerily in the dim light, like eyes lurking in the shadows, watching everything, sending chills down one's spine.
Water droplets slid slowly down the wall and dripped onto the ground, making a crisp sound.
Echoing in this silent space, it was like a lonely note in the darkness, playing an unknown melody.
Xuan Ying moved cautiously through the dark passage, each step landing extremely lightly, as if afraid of disturbing the ancient ghosts sleeping in the darkness.
His footsteps were as light as a feline's, making almost no sound.
He relied on the faint light that occasionally shone through the gaps above in the dark passage; that light was like twinkling stars in the darkness, faint yet precious.
Like a traveler searching for direction in the vast darkness, relying on tenacious will and keen perception, they slowly and steadily grope their way forward.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, as if time itself had stood still, with only his soft breathing and footsteps echoing faintly in the narrow passage.
The voice seemed to play a lonely yet resolute melody in this deathly silent space, telling of his perseverance and indomitable spirit.
I don't know how long I groped in the darkness, it seemed like time had lost its meaning, when finally a glimmer of light appeared ahead.
That glimmer of light, like a star of hope in the darkness, twinkled alluringly at the distant horizon, as if beckoning him toward the light.
Xuan Ying was overjoyed, like a traveler on the verge of despair in the desert who has spotted an oasis. He quickened his pace and ran toward the light.
As the distance closed, the faint light gradually grew larger and stronger, like the dawn breaking, illuminating his path forward.
When he finally reached the exit, he discovered that this was the location of the Cold Palace.
The Cold Palace, a corner forgotten by the splendor of the imperial court, is permeated with an atmosphere of decay and loneliness.
It seems like a desolate land abandoned by time, or a forgotten page in the long river of history.
The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds, the withered yellow grass trembling in the breeze.
It seemed to be telling the story of past prosperity and present desolation, or pouring out endless sorrow to the palace women of the past.
The ruins have become increasingly dilapidated under the relentless erosion of time.
The mottled marks on the walls are like scars of history, recording the vicissitudes of the past and the cruelty of court struggles.
A cold wind howled past, carrying a chill, like the whisper of death, brushing against Xuan Ying's face, making him shiver involuntarily.
The chill not only penetrated his clothes but also pierced his bones, as if reminding him of the cruelty of the court and the harshness of reality.
Xuan Ying let out a soft breath, thankful that this place was remote and deserted, like a corner forgotten by the world, and not many people would set foot here.
He steadied himself, quickly adjusted his posture, and threw the tension he had been suppressing in the dark passage to the back of his mind, instantly regaining his composure and agility like a cheetah.
Then, like a black phantom, he moved with lightness and agility, quickly heading towards the direction where Xuan Yu and the others were about to go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to find him.
On the quiet and deserted palace path, his figure flashed by like a shooting star in the dark night, moving so fast that he left almost no trace.
Along the way, he skillfully avoided the occasional patrolling guards, relying on his superb lightness skills and keen perception.
Like a ghost, they moved freely through the perilous palace.
He sometimes used the shadows of the walls to hide himself, and sometimes cleverly maneuvered around using the cover of the trees.
Every movement was fluid and natural, as if they had blended into the darkness of the palace.
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