Chapter 1114
, Part 9: Empress You
She possessed a perfect human female body, with skin as white as cream but devoid of color. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down to her waist. She wore a magnificent long dress embroidered with black mandala patterns, and a faint black mist swirled around her, exuding an aura that was both eerie and noble.
The moment Fu Ye's gaze fell upon her, the spirit slowly opened its eyes.
What kind of eyes were those?
His pupils were like the deepest darkness of night, devoid of any light, yet seemingly able to see through the deepest secrets of the human heart. The corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, carrying a hint of allure and coldness.
Her gaze didn't linger; it went straight through the dense mass of Commander-level undead, past the sleeping Monarch-level undead, and met the eyes of Fu Ye, Liu Xian, and Liu Ru in mid-air.
The air froze instantly.
Even with Liu Xian's strength, the moment she met those eyes, she felt a chill that originated from her very soul, and the magical energy within her body became slightly stagnant.
Fu Ye remained calm, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.
He recognized the spirit and knew her identity.
In the original story, she was the most loyal subordinate of the Ancient King, who fought alongside him throughout his life and paid a huge price to seal the Abyss of Evil. In the end, she became a spirit, guarding the depths of the Abyss of Evil, waiting for the return of the Ancient King.
Her name was Jiuyouhou.
Jiuyouhou's gaze lingered on Fu Ye for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in her dull pupils before returning to their icy coldness.
She neither rose nor launched an attack, but simply sat quietly on the throne of bones, like an unchanging sculpture, with only the black mist surrounding her churning slightly.
at the same time.
Fu Ye also noticed that Mo Fan and the other three looked very unwell.
"Oh no, they've been hit by a mind-based attack!"
几分钟前。
The darkness of the Abyss was like solidified ink, and as the team continued to fall, the surrounding air became increasingly cold and biting.
The howls of the dead were no longer chaotic, but instead carried a chilling rhythm, like some ancient incantation, seeping into everyone's ears.
The spirits along the way were no longer scattered in the middle layer, but had formed a dense horde of corpses.
The black-armored zombie soldiers, each wielding a rusty longsword, stood in perfect formation, their every step causing the ground to tremble slightly. The blood-winged bat demons hovered in mid-air, their crimson eyes fixed on the squad, their piercing screech capable of tearing one's eardrums.
Even more enormous were the bone demons, their bones covered in black patterns. A single punch from one of them could send up a shower of rubble, yet they were all swallowed up by the spatial rift and vanished without a trace when Fu Ye raised his hand.
"My mental strength is starting to give out." Mo Fan frowned, the emerald light of the Earthly Holy Spring's protective shield flickering.
The little loach pendant kept getting hot in my palm, trying to resist the spiritual erosion that permeated the Abyss of Evil, but those pervasive negative emotions...
Fear, resentment, and despair, like a persistent carbuncle, surged wildly into his mind through the cracks in his mental energy.
Zhang Xiaohou's situation isn't much better.
Although the ancient royal bloodline within him was resisting on its own, the golden aura dimmed considerably, and hallucinations began to appear before his eyes.
He would sometimes witness the horrific scene of Bo City being slaughtered by the undead, and sometimes see his friends lying in pools of blood. Those painful memories were amplified by the power of the Abyss, almost threatening to devour his sanity.
Su Xiaoluo bit her lip tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.
Her mental strength was already the weakest, and she was already dizzy and disoriented. The howling of the dead in her ears grew louder and louder, as if countless cold hands were pulling at her soul.
She instinctively tried to grab Liu Ru's sleeve, her fingertips icy cold, her body trembling uncontrollably. "Sister Liu Ru... I feel so bad."
Liu Ru patted the back of her hand, her palm radiating a soft, healing light, trying to help her dispel mental stress.
"Hold on, with Lord Fu Ye here, we'll be fine."
Even so, she could feel that the mental pressure deep within the Abyss of Fiends was far beyond her imagination. If it weren't for Fu Ye's spatial barrier that isolated most of the erosion, she probably wouldn't have been able to withstand it.
Fang Gu's eyes were bloodshot, a strange smile played on his lips, and he was muttering incantations.
"Inheritance. The inheritance of the ancient king. It's almost here." The bloodline within him resonated more and more strongly with the energy of the Abyss of Fiends. He even began to actively absorb those cold auras, trying to unlock the power in his bloodline ahead of time. He looked more and more insane.
As the team stepped onto the borderline of the lower level of the Abyss of Fiends, an invisible mental storm suddenly erupted!
This power did not come from any particular undead, but rather from the primal erosion formed by the resentment and death energy accumulated over millions of years in the Abyss of Fiends. Like a giant black net, it instantly enveloped Mo Fan and his companions.
"Om-"
A sharp buzzing sound exploded in his mind, and Mo Fan's vision went black as the light of the Earthly Holy Spring's protective shield dimmed instantly. He tried to activate magic to resist, but found his mental energy frozen, and countless fragmented whispers filled his ears.
The voices were cold and eerie, as if they came from the depths of hell, repeatedly saying, "Give up, sink into the darkness and become one of us."
His consciousness began to blur, and the most terrifying nightmares appeared before his eyes.
The streets of Bo City were stained red with blood. His parents fell under the claws of the dead, and he was powerless to do anything but watch as those around him died one by one. Endless despair overwhelmed him like a tidal wave, robbing him of all courage to struggle.
Zhang Xiaohou completely lost consciousness.
His mind was filled with the horrific scenes of the battlefield.
His comrades were torn apart by the undead, and civilians wailed in despair. He tried his best, but still couldn't protect anyone.
The bloodline of the ancient king surged wildly within him, not in resistance, but in response to those delirious murmurs.
"Power. To gain power, one must sacrifice one's soul." His eyes gradually became empty as he sank into boundless self-blame and madness.
Su Xiaoluo let out a weak whimper and her body slumped to the ground.
Her nightmares were exceptionally vivid, consisting entirely of terrifying scenes from the Abyss of Evil.
Pale bones, viscous fluid, the hideous faces of the dead, and those outstretched, icy claws.
She wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to retreat. She could only scream in endless fear, while the whispers in her ear grew gentler and gentler.
"Go to sleep. Once you're asleep, you won't be afraid anymore."
Fang Gu's reaction was the most bizarre. Instead of falling, he stood there laughing maniacally, his eyes flashing with greed and madness.
His nightmare was actually an illusion of the ancient king's legacy.
Mountains of gold and silver, supreme power, and strength that surpasses all living beings—those things he longed for came vividly to life through his delirious ramblings.
"It is me. I am the rightful heir of the ancient king!"
He reached out, trying to grasp the illusions, but his body suddenly stiffened, and he fell straight down, a satisfied smile still on his lips.
Within moments, Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, Fang Gu, and Su Xiaoluo all lost consciousness and fell into a deep coma. (End of Chapter)