Myths and legends were, in the end, still myths.
Princess Consort did not care.
But Chu Qing cared.
Through certain books, especially the one recorded on Golden Silk White Jade, he discovered:
The myths of old were likely not myths at all, but things that had truly existed.
The Netherworld must have existed as well. Moreover, using a ritual, he had entered the underworld and killed an Otherkin.
"Perhaps these whispers truly are the Great Terror leaking out from the Netherworld."
They continued descending.
By now, Chu Qing had no idea how long they had fallen.
The air around them was incredibly thin.
The whispers grew louder. Moreover, he also sensed scorching heat.
One minute...
Ten minutes...
Finally, wings extended from Princess Consort's back once more.
Flap!
The two of them hovered in midair. At that moment, Chu Qing saw a patch of red light appear ahead.
Beyond the red light was a massive platform.
The two stepped onto it, and Chu Qing saw crimson magma outside the platform.
Flames danced atop the magma.
Some of the flames seemed like sprites, bouncing up and down, as though dancing, or perhaps playing.
"Those leaping flames are Earth Lung Yin Fire."
"I'll gather a wisp for you first. Try it!"
Princess Consort took out a small Incense Burner, lit sandalwood incense, and muttered under her breath.
A moment later, a flame came bouncing toward them.
A streak of fire howled out from the flame and landed on the sandalwood incense.
The incense burned wildly.
Chu Qing's heart stirred. He activated the method of the Wind Fire Tribulation and swallowed the flame.
The flame entered his stomach.
He felt as if all his internal organs had caught fire.
His Gold-level internal organs could even digest ordinary steel, extracting its nourishment to sustain him.