Published: January 26, 2025
Outside the cave, Qin Chen floated above, his gaze cold as he stared down. The Hall of Ten Tribulations slowly hovered before him, gently spinning and emanating terrifying auras that spread out, locking onto Mo Li below.
“Master, the life force on this person is rapidly fading. He is about to be possessed by that Abyssal being. What should we do now?”
Not far away, the Emperor of Beginning Charm and the Emperor of the Underworld suppressed the Dark Moon Nether Maiden, watching Mo Li below with intense anxiety.
“Could it be that I was truly mistaken this time? Is Mo Li really not a match for that Black Lotus Saint? Is his life going to end here?”
Qin Chen furrowed his brows, focusing on the diminishing life force of Mo Li below, murmuring to himself. He and Mo Li had been enemies at first, and although they were not exactly friends now, they had collaborated a few times. Qin Chen didn’t genuinely wish for Mo Li to die here; after all, a good scapegoat like him still had some use.
But if Mo Li's life force were to completely vanish, he would act without hesitation, for he would never allow an Abyssal being to seize a physical body and gain a chance to turn the situation around.
Boom...
Qin Chen activated the Hall of Ten Tribulations, firmly locking onto his target, ready to strike down at any moment.
Just then...
Buzz!
A weak yet special soul aura suddenly burst forth from Mo Li's body.
Qin Chen halted his attack, his eyes narrowing: “Mo Li's divine soul is growing stronger…”
At that moment, within Mo Li's Soul Core, his aura was rapidly increasing.
“Hahaha!”
Seeing Mo Li awaken, his soul aura surging, the Lohou Demon Ancestor was instantly elated.
“I knew it! You wouldn’t easily fall. You are someone this Demon Ancestor has taken a liking to; how could you die here? You are the spokesperson of this Demon Ancestor!” The Lohou Demon Ancestor said excitedly, his expression exuberant.
He knew Mo Li had survived.
Buzz!
An endless aura spread out, and Mo Li’s eyes suddenly opened, a pair of cold eyes filled with boundless malevolence radiating towards the distant Black Lotus Saint.
“It’s you! You tried to seize my body earlier, preventing me from saving Lord Crimson Flame?”
Boom!
A terrifying will surged forth, a chilling voice filled with endless killing intent instantly enveloping the Black Lotus Saint's soul.
“Ah!”
Just from that gaze and roar, the Black Lotus Saint felt unprecedented pressure wash over her, as if her entire body was about to shatter.
This was the pressure of the Abyssal royal family, something she could not resist given her status and strength.
When the royal family is enraged, the heavens and earth can crumble.
She crouched down in fear, trembling as she pressed her chest and forehead against the ground, stammering, “Respected lord of the royal family, Black Lotus did not mean to offend; I hope you will forgive me.”
In that moment, the Black Lotus Saint felt no desire to resist, only overwhelming fear.
The Abyssal Clan had strict hierarchies; let alone her current strength being insufficient to extinguish Mo Li, even if she could, she wouldn’t dare. This was a suppression etched deep within her soul.
If she really dared to kill Mo Li, the moment he died, she feared she would shatter into souls, accompanying him in death.
“Royal family?” “Yes.” The Black Lotus Saint raised her head, seeing Mo Li’s gaze, and hurriedly lowered her head again, saying, “Do you not know? You are of the Abyssal royal family! The totemic power within your Soul Core is the mark of our Abyssal royal family; you are the ruler of our Abyssal Clan.”
“I am the ruler of the Abyssal Clan?”
Mo Li was stunned, gazing at his hands with confusion. At this moment, he felt a strange power awakening within his body, an immensely terrifying and powerful force, yet filled with endless evil, causing a surge of murderous intent to rise within him, as if he wanted to kill everyone in this world.
“This is… the Power of the Abyss?”