Chapter 579
The thin, ordinary people, backed by the God of the Dead Star, suddenly seemed to grow bolder, openly "attacking" Xia Er.
But at that moment, Xia Er found herself intrigued by a single word.
"Enchantress? Not bad, much better than the names I come up with." A smile crept across Xia Er's face as she rubbed her hands through Hei Ni's tangled hair. "Let’s go with Enchantress then. Call it whatever you like, as long as it includes the word 'Enchantress.'"
For someone like Xia Er, who could only come up with names like "Little Zuo" and "Little Hei," "Enchantress" was quite a fitting title, especially now, under the influence of the "Subverter" potion, which made her even more fond of the term.
Buzz—
The candlelight flickering on the God of the Dead Star trembled slightly, and an instant pressure silenced all the curses.
"Your Excellency." The God of the Dead Star turned to Xia Er, slowly extending a hand into its own abdomen.
Sizzle—
Its hand plunged beneath the dry skin, stirring through the layers of fat, and soon, it pulled out an object, presenting it directly to Xia Er.
The God of the Dead Star gently released its grip, and a spherical crystal floated beside Xia Er, emanating a faint green glow that brought an eerie warmth.
"This can help you dispel the darkness," the God of the Dead Star said. "Forgive me, but I cannot stray too far from here."
"That's fine, I'm leaving." Xia Er simply lowered her hand from Hei Ni's head, waved it dismissively, and then stood up, walking into the whispering darkness.
Hei Ni turned to look at Xia Er's retreating figure. She wanted to say something, to chase after her, but the rope binding her clothes was gently caught by the God of the Dead Star.
"The great God of the Dead Star... who exactly is that woman..." The middle-aged man who had spoken first seemed to realize his mistake in light of the God of the Dead Star's attitude toward her, and he asked tremulously.
"I don't know..." The God of the Dead Star's murmurs echoed in everyone's ears.
"But she wants to pierce the heavens..."
Pierce... the heavens?
Hei Ni watched as Xia Er disappeared into the darkness, the warm green glow of the sphere fading into the distance.
Once that glimmer of green vanished completely, everyone remained in a daze, pondering the meaning of the God of the Dead Star's words, feeling a chill of fear for their earlier curses.
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Buzz—
Clop—clop—
The chaotic murmurs buzzed in Xia Er's ears.
A black shadow of a warhorse carried her as it climbed along a mountain range.
Her face was marred with scars, yet her gaze remained as calm as still water, even bordering on numbness.
She had lost track of how long she had been racing, but the glowing orb continued to follow her, casting its green light. Along the way, she had encountered four or five different settlements of rational beings, gaining a glimpse of the diverse intelligent life in the Abyss.
However, compared to these settlements, Xia Er faced far more monsters—she had lost count of how many battles she had fought, to the point where it had left her feeling numb.
Throughout this time, her combat skills had been honed through countless real-life encounters.
When facing the frenzied "Dark" path Transcenders, she could almost guarantee a one-hit kill, while against the mad Ascenders of the "Dark" path, she had gained ample experience in fleeing.
Carrying the light orb meant she would inevitably be hunted, but without it, her sanity would quickly deteriorate.
For Xia Er, the only silver lining was that she seemed to have completely lost the need for food and sleep, allowing her to travel day and night—though, of course, there was no day or night to distinguish here.
At last, Xia Er entered a region that could be called a "mountain range"—a desolate expanse echoing with mad murmurs—she was racing toward the source of all those frenzied whispers.
For Xia Er, this stretch of the mountain was nothing compared to her long journey; even so, she felt as if she had spent countless days reaching the summit.
As she reached the top, the chaotic murmurs in her mind were nearly deafening, and she felt as if she were drowning in a sea of mental pollution.
At the peak of the mountain was a spacious plateau. Xia Er slowly raised her hand, pushing upward.
The light orb seemed to respond to her call, soaring upward with her guidance, but soon collided with something, causing the green light to burst forth violently, like a firework igniting in the night sky.
In that brief moment of illumination, the mountaintop lay bare before Xia Er.
The point where the nightlight orb had struck was less than a meter away from her.
Before her stood a chilling, terrifying skeleton, exuding mad murmurs, leaning against the cliff's edge of the mountain platform.
Around it lay fragments inscribed with strange runes, which, upon absorbing the orb's green light, began to emit a faint yellowish-white glow—this was the first time Xia Er had seen such a color in the Abyss, reminiscent of long-lost sunlight.
This was the corpse of an Ascender.
This was the body of Moros.
Xia Er could almost be certain.
This being, which had instilled fear in the Abyss for countless generations, lay motionless on the mountaintop platform.
Its torn "Cocoon of Light" had nearly destroyed all hope in the Abyss, and its maddened corpse was polluting every soul that dared to tread the path of the "Cocoon of Light" fragments, blocking their ascent like a stone in the road, sealing off the connection between the Abyss and the outside world with the eternal silence of the mountain.
The fragments of the "Cocoon of Light" emitted a soft glow, illuminating the surroundings and the noticeable depression in the dome above.
There, it seemed, was where the "Cocoon of Light" had originally been placed.
The chaotic murmurs began to conjure illusions before Xia Er's eyes; in her vision, those murmurs seemed to take on a tangible form.
A figure, seemingly covered in a mosaic, removed a light orb embedded in the dome, causing the dome to tremble and crack, revealing a tiny fissure.
The scene flickered, and a distorted shadow, covered in chaotic lines, was frantically tearing at its own flesh to fill the gap.
Various disordered images began flashing before Xia Er's eyes as she moved her feet, positioning herself directly beneath the dome.
Buzz—
A flash of silver light in Xia Er's hand revealed a black-red blade spear, silver cracks spreading across its shaft.
She slowly raised her right hand, aiming at the bone and flesh attached to the dome, and pulled the trigger.
"Boom—!"
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PS:
Tomorrow, I’ll probably update around noon. I’m pulling an all-nighter today!
Hang in there! Today’s me! Don’t die!
Good morning, good morning, good morning!
Chapter 298: The Unremarkable Little Girl Aivina (4345 words)
Crash—
Crash—
In the center of the village, a tall, skeletal figure sat cross-legged, its flesh nearly completely burned away, leaving behind charred bones.
From the severed head of a plump corpse extended a wick-like spine, green flames flickering weakly upon it, as if a gust of wind could extinguish it.
Surrounding the corpse lay dozens of curled-up figures, huddled as close to the flames as possible. One child was severely deformed, emaciated to the point of being little more than skin and bones, yet with a distended belly.
These people lay motionless, indistinguishable between the living and the dead, the air thick with an unbearable stillness of despair.
In the darkness where the flames did not reach, nameless monsters crawled, their throats emitting hissing sounds, greedily eyeing the mass of flesh lying before them.
At the very edge of the crowd, a figure shrouded in stitched rags held a rusty machete, standing shoulder to shoulder with several subhumans, their faces adorned with multiple eyes, resembling monsters.
With her left hand gripping the machete, her right slowly rose to her chest—there lay a rune stone strung together with bone chains—she touched the rune stone and bowed her head in prayer.
"Siha—"
A threatening hissing sound echoed from the darkness, and perhaps because of that sound, the flames on the spine of the plump corpse in the center of the crowd flickered, nearly extinguishing.
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