Riding Alone into the Abyss
"Master, the passage is expanding violently, and even more is rushing out!"
Yun Jingheng did not turn around.
He plunged into the Abyssal Passage, facing the stench rising from the ground.
Behind him, Ye Xinglan's voice seemed to be swallowed by a crack, and he couldn't hear it clearly.
The passageway was pitch black; even the light seemed to be absorbed and become dull.
The walls on both sides, like the inner walls of some living creature, were wriggling extremely slowly.
Countless Abyss creatures were crawling out from the depths, a dark mass, but Yun Jingheng did not slow down.
He gripped the Moonlight Sword and Crescent Slash.
The sword light shone in the darkness, and the silvery crescent moon instantly swelled, like a silver curtain stretching across the passage, pushing forward.
Wherever it passed, the Abyss creatures didn't even have time to scream before they crumbled into black ash as if evaporated by moonlight.
One strike.
The entire passageway looked as if it had been cleaned; there was no space ahead.
Only the deepest darkness remained, and the crack that stretched across the ground.
Yun Jingheng landed.
He stood on some kind of extremely hard black rock.
Directly in front, a crack suddenly widened, and an Emperor stepped out from it.
It stands nearly five meters tall and is covered in a dark blue armor.
It paused noticeably when it saw Yun Jingheng, seemingly not expecting anyone to be there.
Then it roared, the sound so powerful it shook the entire bottom.
It charged towards Yun Jingheng.
He merely raised his eyes, held the Moonlight Sword high, and then slashed down.
A thin, bright silver sword light descended from above, and the Emperor, still running, was split in two from his forehead to his crotch.
Black blood sprayed onto the walls on both sides.
The two halves of the body lunged forward a few more steps before crashing to the ground.
Yun Jingheng walked through it without even glancing at it again.
"Half-Sweet Coffee."
"I'm here," Half-Sweet Coffee's voice was very soft.
"Analyze the situation."
"Master, you have arrived at the junction of the Douluo Plane and the Abyss Plane. If you go any further through the rift, you will enter the Abyss, where my signal will not be able to pass through."
"The main rift is now open, and the Abyssal Energy is concentrated in the direction of the passage."
Yun Jingheng picked up the conversation, "So, in other words, now is the best opportunity for me to go in?"
After a while.
"Yes."
Yun Jingheng took a deep breath and looked at a ring on his left hand.
"By the way, don't tell Xing Lan where I went."
"... yes."
Yun Jingheng suddenly went blank, as if he had sunk from one extremely cold body of water into an even colder and darker sea.
When he finally set foot on solid ground, he realized he was no longer on the Douluo Continent.
There is no sky here.
Above my head wasn't the sky, but a vast, collapsed void.
The purplish-black and inky-black mist, like living things, slowly tumbled in mid-air, occasionally illuminated by a faint blue light in the far distance, before darkening again.
That light did not come from any star.
It seeps from underground, from rock crevices, from the depths of a rift valley unseen in the distance.
The air... is very heavy.
Yun Jingheng held his breath, Moonlight flowed along his meridians, gradually clearing out the energy that had invaded his body.
He stood there for a while, letting his body adjust to the place.
The ground is not soil.
It is some kind of extremely hard black crystal.
With each step, a very faint humming sound was produced underfoot.
He made no attempt to conceal his presence.
With all eight rings open, the Moonlight, like a real moon, rose behind him.
A silvery-white light spread out.
The surrounding Abyss creatures seemed stunned by the light.
They peeked out from the crevices in the rocks, from behind piles of bones, and from the distant black mist.
Some resembled giant insects, while others were neither human nor non-human, but they did not rush forward.
They just watched him, and then, one after another, they lay down.
Like the receding tide, like the entire Abyss making way for him.
Yun Jingheng did not stop.
He walked deeper into the area.
Where the Moonlight reached, the black mist seemed to be forced to surge to both sides, making way for an extremely long path.
Countless Abyss creatures knelt on both sides of the road.
Yun Jingheng suddenly felt that something was wrong.
It's too quiet.
The sounds he heard seemed to be muffled by a layer of water.
The sounds of wind, shifting rock strata, and the distant rumble of some enormous object turning over all seemed to come from another world.
An Emperor suddenly appeared from the side.
He saw it out of the corner of his eye.
The Emperor, like a guard driven mad, lunged down from the black mist, his massive jaws agape.
Yun Jingheng didn't stop; he swung the Moonlight Sword in a backhand strike.
The Emperor was split in two in mid-air, his black blood splattering down, turning into black smoke and disappearing back into the ground before it even hit the ground.
The things here don't really die.
Unless the Emperor dies, this layer will continue to accumulate.
But the Emperor never rose again. It lay on the ground, its energy seemingly drawn by something, slowly flowing towards Yun Jingheng.
Yun Jingheng ignored him and continued forward.
The fog ahead grew thicker, a dark purple hue, as if the entire Abyss was silently observing him.
He tilted his head back, trying to find some direction from the depths of the swirling mist.
No.
Above my head, there was nothing but emptiness.
So he looked away, and just then he suddenly tripped.
He staggered forward half a step, and a huge skeleton lay diagonally on the ground.
It was unclear how long he had been dead, but half of his skeleton had emerged from the black rock.
He instinctively reached out and grabbed a large, dark black rock next to him.
I braced myself with my left hand, and my palm was scratched by the extremely fine edges of the rock surface.
He steadied himself and stood up straight.
He clicked his tongue very softly, shook his left hand, as if he thought the stone was dirty.
Then he withdrew his hand and continued walking forward.
At the same time.
On the first level of the Abyss Plane, the Abyssal Sage King sat in his own chair, looking at Yun Jingheng through a light screen.
The admiration in his eyes grew even stronger.
It's the kind of thing that you get more and more satisfied with the more you look at it.
This young man had been absorbing intense Abyssal Energy since he entered, yet he remained conscious.
What's even more remarkable is that he was still able to keep walking forward.
The corrosion didn't harm him, and the encirclement by the low-ranking Emperor didn't throw him off balance.
Before he could even speak, the Abyss had already acknowledged him.
If such a person were to remain, the Abyss would gain another god.
By then, what will Douluo Continent be?
Is it still a tough nut to crack? You don't even need to gnaw on it.
Swallow it whole!
He could take another step forward, and his mother would surely look at him with new respect, perhaps even rewarding him with a magical weapon.
The Abyssal Sage King had considered simply driving Douluo Planet away himself.
But it would take two gods to tear through that plane's defenses.
He'd waited too long; now, the person had arrived!
Just as he was thinking this, he saw Yun Jingheng trip over the skeleton.
It was extremely light, like someone walking into an unfamiliar place, not looking where they were going, and stumbling half a step.
Yun Jingheng steadied himself against a nearby rock, shook his hand, and continued walking.
The Abyssal Sage King didn't take it seriously, and even thought it was nothing.
A person arriving in a completely new environment will always take a closer look at the things on the ground.
Yun Jingheng was already considered very composed, especially since his attention was focused on the moon and his divine Divine Power.
Other trivial matters are unimportant.
Until he saw the ring.
Just beneath the black rock that Yun Jingheng had just passed, a very thin wisp of silver light appeared.
That's something from the Douluo Continent.
Yun Jingheng, unaware that he had already walked far away, gazed at the ring and slowly put down his cup.
He tilted his head slightly, a very faint thought forming in his mind.
When you see him later, you can mention. "I've been watching you. You lost your ring. I'll take you to get it, and we can also familiarize ourselves with the environment of the Abyss."
In this way, it neither appears harsh nor does it make the monarch seem thoughtful.
This young man is clearly the type who responds better to gentle persuasion than force.
Therefore, he needs to first demonstrate his "goodwill".
The Abyssal Sage King looked at Yun Jingheng in the light screen again. The silvery-white moon was still slowly moving deeper into the darkness.
He smiled, as if admiring a treasure that had finally walked into its box.
All the roads have been paved.
Even the rings were perfectly placed; now, all that's left is for them to finally meet.