Abyss I

Dark and gloomy.

Silence.

In the dim light, Zhang Rongfang could still see wisps of mist slowly drifting in the surrounding air.

The white mist resembled strands of spider webs, the same color as the Doubtful Cloud Mist.

He took a deep breath, barely feeling that all the wounds on his body had healed and there were no more exposed bloody wounds, before slowly standing up.

'Wish Woman?' There was no response.

'Blood God?'

'The Da Ling Desire Heaven?'

He tried to connect with the Remnant God that he carried, one by one.

But there was no response.

'Yes, although they are indeed connected to me, they exist in their own Void, not in my body.'

The Blood Lotus phenomenon only occurred because they focused more of their attention on me.

As Zhang Rongfang spent more time with White Scale, he gradually became familiar with the existence of Gods and Buddhas.

At that moment, I quickly found the answer in my mind.

'It seems I can only rely on myself now,' he sighed, his body rapidly shrinking back to his original height of over 1.8 meters.

In such an unknown environment, what is needed is to minimize activity and then explore slowly.

Being too tall would actually increase the noise and make it harder to hide.

He stood up abruptly.

Zhang Rongfang looked to the left.

Inside the tall, empty metal corridor, the walls were covered with black, oil-like stains, and in the corners were familiar Locked Script characters.

He only knows a small portion of them.

Even in Dark Light Vision, despite the distance and insufficient light, he was still able to see the contents clearly.

'It possesses a profound soul, its name is Abyss.'

The characters in the middle are blurred and illegible, as if they have been worn out.

Huff. Zhang Rongfang tentatively raised his hand and reached to the left.

Puff.

An invisible barrier, like thin glass, can be easily pierced by a finger.

Zhang Rongfang was stunned. A spot he couldn't enter before, but now...?

He raised both hands again and touched the left side.

This time, nothing came into contact with it.

Then, he reached his hand towards the air on his right.

They didn't encounter anything either.

Standing still for a moment, Zhang Rongfang took a few deep breaths to make sure there was breathable air here.

He then took a deep look around.

Perhaps the reason I can't return to reality is because the Mo Sang Void was destroyed just now.

'The destruction of the Mo Sang Void may have granted me some special qualification, or it may have changed some switch here. But in any case, if I want to return to reality, I can't stay in the same place any longer.'

He looked at both sides and decided to go to the left first.

Lifting his foot, Zhang Rongfang tentatively took a step to the left.

My feet landed on the metal tunnel floor, feeling a cool, hard sensation.

It's confirmed that it won't collapse.

He continued, walking step by step along the left side of the passage.

Click.

Click.

Even the faintest footsteps echoed in the quiet environment.

Suddenly he turned around sharply and looked toward the door he had left through.

The place was empty, with only the gray-black metal corridor walls.

The door is gone?

Zhang Rongfang felt a chill run down his spine. He had only taken a few steps when things changed.

But now, there's no turning back.

He turned around, calmed himself down, and continued walking slowly forward.

Soon, ten meters, twenty meters.

One hundred meters.

A semi-circular exit appears ahead.

Outside the exit, a faint, bright gray-white light shone in, casting a dividing line on the floor of the passageway.

The howling wind came from outside, and the temperature was getting lower and lower, colder and colder.

Zhang Rongfang was strong and healthy, so he didn't pay any attention and continued forward.

He quickly walked out of the metal passage.

The moment I crossed that dividing line, the view suddenly opened up before me.

To the left of the passage exit is a dark, steep rocky mountain wall.

Zhang Rongfang looked up and saw that he couldn't see the end of the road.

At the edge of the field of vision was a faint gray light, constantly emitting the only light in this place.

To the left is a gray-black mountain wall.

He lowered his head and reached out to touch the mountain wall on his left.

The stone is hard and cold.

Then it's on the right.

Zhang Rongfang looked to the right.

To the right of the passage, in the distance, was a steep, equally gray-black stone wall.

Looking into the distance, the opposite stone wall is at least several kilometers away, perhaps even further. Its distance is immeasurable.

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped towards the opposite stone wall.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang stopped.

He looked down.

The metal ground beneath my feet has reached its end.

One more step ahead and you'll find yourself in a dark, boundless Abyss.

This place appears to be an Abyss canyon.

Zhang Rongfang stood at the edge of the passageway, looking down.

Below was only darkness.

The two mountain walls stretched downwards, into the boundless darkness, until they could no longer be seen.

Only then did he realize that the metal passage he was in was actually a small section embedded in the mountain wall.

It's like someone cutting off a section of a water pipe and embedding it into the cliff face.

'Where exactly is this place?'

Zhang Rongfang returned to the left side of the cliff face and carefully examined the cliff for any undiscovered clues.

But after searching around, there wasn't a single trace on the short, several-dozen-meter-long mountain wall outside the passage.

Soon, he returned to the mountain wall and gently patted its hardness.

'It seems we'll have to resort to some drastic measures.'

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Rongfang suddenly stretched out his right index finger and gently tapped the metal surface of the ground.

Suddenly, a Blood Spots appeared on the ground.

Then, he started to place Blood Spots around the area.

His blood cells can survive outside the body for a long time, and combined with his Bloody Tracking ability, they can be used to locate him.

Soon, after marking dozens of Blood Spots at the entrance of the passage, Zhang Rongfang took a deep breath, returned to the mountain wall, and suddenly stabbed with his finger.

Puff.

The fingertips left no mark on the mountain wall; they simply slid to the side, leaving a trail of yellow sparks.

'It's very hard, it should be fine.'

He swiftly pointed his hands out, pressing down on a steep protrusion on the mountainside to gain leverage.

Whoosh! The others had already swiftly climbed upwards.

From a distance, it looks like a large, dark red gecko, climbing upwards at great speed.

Soon, the passage below disappeared into the light mist and could no longer be seen.

Zhang Rongfang didn't stop, he kept going up, up.

One hundred meters, two hundred meters, three hundred meters.

The area above was still a grayish-white light.

He paused and looked down; it was pitch black below, and the metal tunnel was nowhere to be seen.

I took a deep breath.

Zhang Rongfang quickened his pace and continued climbing.

Although he couldn't pierce the mountain wall, he could use his exquisite strength to maneuver on any protrusion on the rock face and then quickly ascend.

Time passed by, second by second.

I don't know how much time has passed or how high I've climbed.

Finally, Zhang Rongfang discovered an identical metal passage diagonally above and to the right.

Looking through the mist, he could only see the passage embedded awkwardly into the stone wall, all alone, with no connection Lower Capital.

Relieved, he quickly turned and crawled in that direction.

Soon, he was getting closer and closer to the passage.

Puff.

With a leap, he landed precisely on the passageway floor, crouching as he went.

With a long sigh, Zhang Rongfang stood up and looked around.

This passage is different from the one we just passed.

The surrounding metal walls were covered with all sorts of characters.

A significant portion of them were Locked Script, whom Zhang Rongfang knew.

Upon seeing Locked Script, he immediately perked up.

'It seems this Locked Script is far more than just a simple ritual implement.'

Instead of immediately entering the passage, he began to carefully explore and identify the Locked Script along the metal wall.

Unlike the passage to the Mo Sang God of Endang, this passage appears newer, and the metallic luster is slightly brighter.

The Locked Script and other symbols on the wall have also been updated.

He traced the wall step by step, trying to make out the details.

'I can't remember how many years it's been. I'm going crazy. I don't know if anyone will come.'

Where am I? Why am I here?!

So hungry. So hungry.

Is this my final punishment? Why?

Die! Hahahaha, all of you, die!

The words left behind gradually weighed heavily on Zhang Rongfang's heart.

On this metal wall, there are messages left by some desperate people.

'It seems there's no way out here either.'

He looked up and gazed into the depths of the passage.

'But if there's a Void Gate on the shores of the Mo Sang God, perhaps there will be one here too.'

With this in mind, Zhang Rongfang quickened his pace, moving lightly along the wall.

I was afraid the ground beneath my feet would suddenly collapse.

It's best to be cautious in everything you do, after all, nobody knows what's going on here.

Zhang Rongfang continued to meander into the passage for hundreds of meters.

Soon, a similar silver-white metal door appeared before them.

He was overjoyed and moved closer to the door.

But soon, upon seeing the door, the joy on his face quickly faded.

Instead, a sense of solemnity prevailed.

This metal door is only three meters high.

Although its surface is also silvery-white, it is not as smooth and mirror-like as the Void Gate of the Mo Sang God.

Instead, the door surface was covered with light red rust, and in some places it had begun to peel and bubble, with a few pieces of sheet metal falling off.

The door handles were also covered in raised rust.

Most importantly, there were no patterns visible in the center of the door.

'If the patterns on the door represent the Gods and Buddhas residing inside, then the absence of patterns means that there are no Gods and Buddhas on this door?'

Zhang Rongfang reached out, gently grasped the handle, and tentatively twisted it.

Unfortunately, the handle was as hard as the mountain wall, showing no signs of shaking.

He tried pushing it forward again, but the door remained firmly in place. Only the rust on the surface had been knocked off and scattered on the ground.

Huh? Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang let out a soft exclamation and noticed that on the lower right corner of the door where the rust had fallen off, a line of small characters was gradually emerging.

The small characters were clearly obscured by the light red rust, so I didn't notice them.

Looking at it now, the characters are deeply engraved. Moreover, they are written in the same Locked Script that Zhang Rongfang recognizes.

He perked up and immediately began to examine it carefully.