Chapter 1101
The Abyss of Evil
In the small courtyard in the west of the city, Fu Ye stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the four beams of light that were gradually fading away.
"My lord?" Liu Ru asked softly.
"Let's go." Fu Ye turned around. "Let's go take a look."
At the foot of the northwest city wall, hundreds of mages, military mages, members of the Magic Association, and skilled members of the Hunter Alliance had gathered in twos and threes, their faces solemn, talking in hushed tones.
Fu Ye led Liu Xian and Liu Ru through the crowd and headed towards the pavilion higher up on the city wall.
"stop!"
A young military mages blocked their way, looking Fu Ye and his two companions up and down, his gaze lingering on Liu Xian and Liu Ru's faces for a moment longer.
"Only mid-level or higher mages can go up there. You..."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt an extremely faint chill.
That was Liu Xian's gaze.
A mere glance sent a chill down the young military magistrate's spine, and the rest of his words caught in his throat.
Fu Ye ignored him and walked straight past him, stepping onto the stone steps leading to the pavilion.
Liu Xian and Liu Ru followed closely behind.
The young military mages opened their mouths, but ultimately didn't dare to stop them.
The space above the pavilion was more spacious than I had imagined.
There are already thirty or forty people gathered here, all of whom are representatives of various forces in the ancient capital.
Military generals, elders of the Magic Association, the head of the Ancient Capital branch of the Hunter's Alliance, and several representatives of noble families dressed in fine clothes and exuding an aura of authority.
The most eye-catching figure was the middle-aged man standing in the very center of the attic.
He was dressed in a dark purple federal council robe, with a medal on his chest symbolizing high-ranking honor.
His face was dignified, and his brows carried the imposing air characteristic of someone who had long held a high position.
At this moment, he was exchanging pleasantries with several high-ranking military officials. His tone was calm, but a hint of worry was faintly revealed.
Federal Councilor, Congratulations.
Mo Fan stood at the edge of the crowd, idly observing the various "big shots" in the attic.
He didn't want to join in the fun, but He Yu said that Zhang Xiaohou was still handling the follow-up matters with the military, so she dragged him here to inquire about the news.
"These people all had stern faces, like their fathers had just died."
Mo Fan muttered to himself.
Zhou Min glared at him.
"Don't talk nonsense."
Mu Bai stood aside, silently observing the expressions of the ancient capital's high-ranking officials.
He noticed that even the seemingly highest-ranking council member, Zhu Meng, had an undisguised air of seriousness about him.
What could possibly be so important that it would bring someone of this caliber to come in person?
Fu Ye stepped into the attic, followed by Liu Xian and Liu Ru.
He was still wearing that black robe, and his expression remained calm and composed.
Zhu Meng was talking to a military general when he caught a glimpse of that figure out of the corner of his eye, and he froze.
The next second, the federal councilor did something that left everyone present speechless.
He left the general behind and strode toward Fu Ye, his face beaming with a smile, even a hint of obsequiousness.
"My lord, what brings you here?"
Zhu Meng's voice was full of surprise, and a hint of barely perceptible nervousness.
"If I had known you were in the ancient capital, I should have paid you a visit in person!"
The room was completely silent.
The military general who had been left standing aside stared wide-eyed.
The elders of the Magic Association looked at each other in bewilderment.
The hand holding the teacup of the Hunter Alliance's Ancient Capital branch froze in mid-air.
what's the situation?
This is Zhu Meng! One of the twelve council members of the Federation, a rare space-type super-level mage, and a figure of immense power!
He was actually bowing and scraping to a young man who looked to be no more than twenty years old?!
Mo Fan's jaw nearly dropped to the ground.
He opened his mouth wide, looked at Zhu Meng, then at Fu Ye, his mind completely blank.
Zhou Min covered her mouth, her eyes wide open.
Mu Bai's fingers trembled slightly.
He knew Fu Ye was very strong and that Fu Ye's background was unfathomable.
But he hadn't expected the other side to be this powerful. Even the Federal Council had to bow down.
What kind of existence is this?
Fu Ye didn't seem to react much to Zhu Meng's enthusiasm, only nodding slightly.
"Just passing by, taking a look."
"Take a look?" Zhu Meng was taken aback. "You mean..."
Fu Ye's gaze passed over him and landed on the ancient capital land outside the pavilion, which was gradually being shrouded in deathly silence.
"If even you can figure it out, do you think I wouldn't know?"
Upon hearing Fu Ye's words, Zhu Meng scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.
"Oh, sir, you must be joking with me."
A quarter of an hour later, everyone understood why Zhu Meng had come in person.
In the center of the attic, a huge magical projection slowly unfolded.
The projection shows a topographical map of the area 300 li north of the ancient capital.
Rolling hills, dried-up riverbeds, and large areas marked in red as danger zones.
Zhu Meng stood in front of the projection, his expression solemn.
"Three days ago, a military reconnaissance team detected unusual spatial fluctuations in the northern mountainous area."
His voice was deep and clear, especially in the quiet attic.
"At first we thought it was a sign of an undead uprising, but after further investigation we confirmed something even more terrifying."
He raised his hand and made a dotted gesture on the projection screen.
The scene suddenly zooms in, freezing on what appears to be an ordinary wasteland.
Zhu Meng took a deep breath and slowly uttered the name that made all the people of the ancient capital tremble with fear:
“Sha Yuan”.
A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the attic.
Mo Fan was completely confused and asked Mu Bai in a low voice.
What is the Abyss of Fiends?
Mu Bai's face turned pale, and his voice was kept extremely low.
“Every ten years or so, the ancient capital experiences a tidal wave of the dead.”
"It is said that the number of the dead at that time was too many to count, and the source of the dead was a bottomless abyss that suddenly appeared, from which the dead could not be killed off."
He paused, then continued.
"That abyss is called the Abyss of Death. Only when the Abyss of Death disappears will the tide of the dead end, but records about it have been passed down to this day."
Mo Fan's expression also changed.
Zhu Meng's voice continued, breaking the deathly silence in the attic:
"For decades, the Abyss of Evil has never truly descended upon human territory, but this time, we can confirm that the ancient capital will be its next destination."
He raised his hand, and the projection switched to a blurry image.
That was footage taken from high above.
In the scene, a huge crack appears on what was once a flat wasteland. The crack is slowly widening, with soil and rocks constantly collapsing and falling from its edges, revealing a bottomless darkness below.
In the darkness, countless pale hands could be vaguely seen wriggling.
"Based on the current rate of expansion, it shouldn't take more than a month,"
Zhu Meng's voice was heavy as lead.
"The Abyss of Fiends will then be fully opened, and at that time, it will descend upon the ancient capital, affecting the entire city."
He didn't continue.
But everyone understood what he meant.
A deathly silence fell over the attic.
After a long silence, someone spoke, their voice trembling.
"Is there a way to shut down Sha Yuan?"
Zhu Meng remained silent for a moment.
"Yes, but the probability of success is almost zero."
He said.
"But someone needs to enter the Abyss of Evil, find its core, and destroy it."
"But no one throughout history has ever been able to do this." (End of Chapter)