Exposing Kong's Abyss Legion! Khaenri'ah's Survivors Turned into Monsters for Revenge Against the Heavenly Principles?

"The contrast is too great!" He Caitou exclaimed in surprise. He just couldn't connect that sunny and cheerful Traveler with dark words like "Abyss Prince" and "revenge".

The screen finally lit up.

It is no longer the sunny and breezy Mondstadt, nor the prosperous and bustling Liyue.

It was a bizarre, chaotic world.

Strange, purplish-black crystals pierced through the twisted ground. The sky was devoid of Sun Moon, and stars, only fragmented, mirror-like floating islands radiating an ominous glow.

An atmosphere of despair and hatred permeated the air.

This is the Abyss.

Countless bizarre and monstrous creatures roared and roamed within.

Abyss Mage wears a comical mask but chants ancient and sorrowful incantations.

A towering, muscular Mitachurl wielding a giant axe, spewing meaningless roars.

These are the armies of the Abyss Order.

"These... are the remnants of Kandria?" Huo Yuhao's Spiritual Eye reflected the image of these demonic creatures, and a sharp pain shot through his heart.

He could "see" that beneath these twisted, violent bodies lay souls whose minds had long been extinguished, leaving only pain and Curse.

Have all the people of a nation become like this?

What a cruel method!

What a profound Curse this is!

Gu Yuena's delicate body trembled slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in her silver eyes.

She thought of the fate of the Soul Beast, and the tragic song of the Dragon Clan.

Forced by the Divine Realm and abandoned by the times, they ultimately met their demise.

How similar they are!

Just then, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the Abyss in the scene.

He wore a dark cloak embroidered with Golden Patterns, and his long golden hair remained the same, but the warm smile on his handsome face was gone.

Instead, there was a icy indifference, as if the land Ice Seal solid, and a deep-seated hatred burning within his eyes, a hatred that seemed capable of Burning Everything.

He is emptiness.

Yet, he is no longer that "Traveler" Kong.

[Abyss Prince - Sora]

A line of cold, imprinted text was displayed at the bottom of the image.

"It really is him..." Ning Rongrong covered her mouth with her hand, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

How did that boy who once traveled everywhere to help Mondstadt become like this?

His once clear, golden eyes are now filled with Abyss of darkness.

"This power... is very strong." The Dragon God's deep voice rang out, his gaze piercing as if trying to penetrate the screen and see the essence of emptiness.

"But it was filled with an aura of misfortune and destruction."

In the scene, an Abyss Herald kneels on one knee before Kong, respectfully reporting.

"Your Highness, the plan against the Dragon of East Wind is ready."

"Its heart is filled with resentment at being abandoned by Mondstadt, and coupled with the corrosive effects of 'poisonous blood,' its sanity is crumbling."

"With just a little guidance, it will become our first 'great gift' to the God of Wind."

Kong nodded slightly, without saying a word.

He simply raised his head and looked at the shattered sky, his gaze seemingly piercing through endless space to see that free city-state.

There was not a trace of pity in his Kamisato.

Only the cold indifference of Chess Piece being placed.

"What a ruthless plan."

Tian Hen, the foremost strategist under the God King, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"Using Guardian Deity to attack the city it protects can not only cause physical destruction, but also completely shatter the faith and pride of the Mondstadt people."

"How despicable!" Lei Xiang slammed his fist on the armrest, furious. "That dragon is innocent! It was just being used!"

The scene changes.

Stormterror's Lair.

The colossal wind dragon Tvalin huddled atop the ruined tower, its magnificent scales covered in purplish-black patterns—traces of the Abyss venom.

A low, painful growl echoed over the ruins.

Its Remembrance is in disarray.

The departure of the Wind God, the forgetting and misunderstanding of the Mondstadt people, centuries of solitude and slumber...

And, the excruciating pain in its blood that relentlessly eroded its mind!

"Look, Tvalin."

A seductive voice rang in its ears, and a Hydro Abyss Mage appeared out of thin air, circling around it.

"You've protected them for a century, and what have you gotten in return?"

"It is forgetting, it is fear, it is swords drawn!"

"They don't need you anymore!"

"No... no..." Tvalin shook his head painfully, trying to dispel the annoying voice.

"Listen to your inner anger!"

"Unleash your wrath upon the god who has forsaken you, upon the people who have forgotten you!"

"Let them taste what it's like to be abandoned!"

The Abyss Mage's voice was like a spell, each word piercing Tvalin's most vulnerable wounds.

Finally, tormented by both poison and resentment, the dragon's last shred of sanity was overwhelmed.

"Roar--!!!"

A dragon's roar, filled with boundless rage and sorrow, resounded across the heavens!

Tvalin suddenly spread its enormous wings, blotting out the sky, and flew towards the city it had once protected with its life!

At this moment, everyone on the Douluo Continent fell silent.

Tang San's brows furrowed tightly.

He understood the desire for revenge; he himself had once been an enemy of the Spirit Hall because of his mother's hatred.

However, his actions crossed the line.

"To create new tragedies and harm innocent lives for the sake of one's own hatred... this path is destined to be wrong."

Ji Dong looked at the screen and seemed to see his former self.

To resurrect the Lie Yan, he is willing to fight against the entire world.

But the Lie Yan told him that love is not about destruction, but about protection.

This boy named "Kong" has clearly embarked on a completely different path.

"Poor dragon." Rong Nianbing sighed. As the God of Emotion, he could clearly feel the twisted and magnified pain in Tvalin's heart.

"Is this... his choice?" Tang Wulin murmured to himself.

Bearing the same heavy destiny, he could better understand the helplessness of being driven to the brink of despair.

But can transferring your pain to others truly bring you relief?

The scene returns to the Abyss.

Kong stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the massive, twisted army below.

Behind him were countless Abyss Lector and Abyss Herald.

They were once the royal guards of Kandria, and the most knowledgeable scholars.

Now, they too have become monsters, weapons existing solely for revenge.

"Overthrowing the Seven Nations is just the beginning."

An empty voice rang out, cold and calm, yet carrying an undeniable resolve.

"Our enemy, from beginning to end, has only been one."

He slowly raised his hand, pointing to the highest point where there was no sky.

"That is the Divine Punishment descending from the heavens, destroying our homes, Curse our people..."