The wind and snow stopped, the cold air receded, the valley disappeared, and the door of death opened.
In an instant, the world turned upside down, and the scenery changed.
Meng Fuyao was still in midair, but she already knew that things were not going well. One wrong step would lead to many mistakes. Even if she could have successfully passed the trial with her strength, the moment she entered the door of death, the situation would be reversed, and she would die.
Her body continued to fall. She was clearly in the valley just now, and there were no cliffs or precipices nearby, but in an instant, an endless abyss appeared beneath her. Above her head, the stars rotated, and the world was instantly stirred into a paste.
Meng Fuyao knew that most formations that did not require human strength mainly relied on illusions. The difference between a top-grade formation and an ordinary one was that the illusion of an ordinary formation came from the heart and could be broken by human strength. Once it was broken, it would cease to exist. The illusion of a top-grade formation, on the other hand, was both real and illusory. One might think that it was fake, but it was more likely to be real. For example, if she had thought that she was falling because there were no cliffs around the valley just now, then she would have really fallen and shattered.
At this point, there was no point in panicking. Moreover, Meng Fuyao had never thought that she would fall to her death just by relying on herself. She took a deep breath in midair and circulated all the true Qi in her body. Her body lightened, and the speed of her fall slowed down. She floated up like a feather.
With a flip, she had already climbed to the side of the cliff.
Just as her fingers reached the cliff, there was a sudden 'crack', and countless sharp blades shot out from the cliff. In an instant, the cliff was no longer rock, but a mountain of blades!
Meng Fuyao hurriedly retracted her hand, but the blades that shot out had already cut off one of her fingernails. As she climbed and retracted her body, she fell another few feet.
Meng Fuyao hurriedly pulled out the Heaven Piercing Sword. In a flash of black light, the blades were all cut off. She spread her five fingers, and infused her fingertips with true Qi that was stronger than gold and jade. With a swoosh, she grabbed the blades that had been cut off, twisted them into a ball, and grabbed them.
Her falling momentum suddenly stopped. Meng Fuyao was hanging halfway up the mountain. Just as she was about to let out a sigh of relief and climb up, she suddenly felt something tighten under her feet.
She looked down and was shocked.
She did not know when she was already close to the bottom of the cliff. Below the cliff was a muddy river that emitted a fishy smell and glowed red. The river was bubbling and rolling like boiling asphalt. In the sticky liquid, there were countless arms covered in dirty black muddy water, struggling, stretching, and climbing in the floating gray fog. One of the arms that was closest to her was grabbing her ankle tightly. Black muddy blood kept rolling down the arm, slipping silently in the thick black river. Under the blood and mud, she could vaguely see the white bones.
Meng Fuyao clenched her teeth and kicked the arm away. However, more arms reached out and crowded around her feet like a group of earthworms. Strangely, they grew longer and longer. In the river, apart from the sound of mud bubbles bursting, there were more strange sounds. Moans … Cries … Screams … Screams … Sounds that could tear one's soul and lungs apart sounded like the cries of suffering spirits from hell, separated by the realms of Yin and Yang.
There was a towering, steel-blue cliff, a surging black deep pool, countless waving bony arms that did not seem to be human, a thick, stinky gray fog, and a ghostly wail that reverberated in the depths of the abyss.
The realm of hell.
The Nine Nether.
Fuyao felt her scalp tingle as she climbed up the cliff, but the cliff seemed endless. Even after climbing for a long time, the top of her head was still so high, and the bottom was still so close. As the arms stretched out, they no longer looked like arms, but rather like long pieces of chewing gum that had been pulled out when she was young.
Meng Fuyao felt depressed. 'How do I break this? Do I have to plunge into the mud and fight? ' Putting aside the question of whether he would be strangled to death by the countless arms, just the color of the river alone was abnormal. If he fell in, wouldn't he turn into a pile of bones first?
'If I don't go down, will I have to climb up this endless cliff forever until I die of exhaustion?'
She felt another arm climbing up her ankle. Before she could kick it away, more arms crawled over like vines, climbing up her feet, legs, and waist. Wherever they passed, her whole body felt itchy and her bones went soft. She tried to cut them off with the Heaven Piercing Sword, but the arms softened and thinned as soon as they touched her body, turning into black muddy marks that seeped into her skin. She could only hurt herself.
Meng Fuyao's heart turned cold. She knew that falling into the Gate of Death would only mean death. There was no chance to break the formation. She had made such a huge mistake in her confusion. She could be ranked in the top five of the top ten, but she couldn't even make it through this stage!
Suddenly, a white shadow flashed in her arms. Lord Ingot crawled out. He had just finished crying, and his tears were still wet. He stuck his head out, opened his mouth, and let out a shrill hiss at the arms below him.
The shrill hiss was still visible, but the arms seemed to have been cut off and retracted with a swoosh.
There were still some that didn't retract. Lord Ingot jumped out of Fuyao's arms and landed gently on the black river. He strolled leisurely on the river, not getting stained by the mud or sinking. Along the way, he kicked whoever's arms were still outside, kicking them off.
The surface of the river quickly regained its calmness. Although the mud bubbles were still exploding, the arms were gone. The faint cries seemed to have faded, and the fishy smell in the wind had also faded. Although it was still deep and terrifying, it no longer looked as soul-destroying and heart-rending as before.
Meng Fuyao stared at him with her mouth agape. She thought to herself, 'Lord Ingot, who eats, sleeps, and doesn't have much use, is full of energy and extraordinary bravery in Qiongcang. I used to wonder if the Oracle Mouse was just a nice nickname, but it seems like I've wronged him.'
She couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart. Would it be a sin for Wuji to leave Ingot with her?
When she thought of Zhangsun Wuji, her body trembled, and a headache came again. Her hand subconsciously went limp, and she almost dropped it. She hurriedly slapped herself in the face. She was very heavy and merciless, and five heavy handprints immediately appeared on her face.
Then she murmured, "From now on … I'm not allowed to think about you until I see you!"
From now on, no matter if she entered the Gate of Death, no matter if she encountered hell, no matter what difficulties she faced, she would never give up, be discouraged, or retreat.
I want to see you!
Meng Fuyao raised her head and flew up. Suddenly, she heard Ingot's squeak.
She turned around and saw that Lord Ingot, who had been strolling leisurely a moment ago, had tilted his body, and one of his claws had already sunk into the mud. Beneath the mud, the gurgling flow had disappeared, but large patches of mud were vibrating and slowly bulging up. The bulges were round, and it looked like countless heads were gradually emerging.
This sudden change was too sudden. Just now, Meng Fuyao had seen those weird arms retreat under Lord Ingot's feet. Now, there seemed to be something that even Ingot couldn't control. What was going on?
Meng Fuyao reached out to scoop up Lord Ingot, but the blades on the wall suddenly retracted. When they bounced off again, they had already changed their formation. Cold light flashed like lightning, and in an instant, streams of light danced in all directions. Sword Qi crisscrossed, as if dozens of top-notch swordsmen had suddenly surrounded and shot out, covering a dense sword net!
Half of Meng Fuyao's body was suspended in the air, and she drew her saber to block the sword Qi to prevent Lord Ingot from being accidentally injured. She couldn't be bothered to scoop him up.
What was going on? Lord Ingot was still staring at his dirtied claws in confusion. He was the king of all beasts in the firmament, the Evergreen Celestial Beast that had been bathed in divine light for generations. Most of the beasts and illusions in the vicinity of the Evergreen Celestial Mountain were destroyed by his feet. What was going on?
However, it was in this moment that it faintly felt a shred of divine power flow. This was a familiar feeling that came from the divine pet ancestor of the first generation who had created the feet. It was a great divine ability that only the successive Hall Masters possessed. Even its master, to this day, was unwilling to take over the position of Hall Master and thus could not possess it.
Lord Ingot knew that the divine arts of the Evergreen Celestial Temple could not be learned. Only during the Imbuement of Wisdom ceremony would the previous Temple Master imbue the next Temple Master with all of his knowledge. During the Imbuement, the two Temple Masters' divine senses would flow into each other, and all of their thoughts would be seen by the other. This was the reason why his master had refused to take over the position — he could not allow Meng Fuyao to be discovered by the Temple Master.
Only he knew how difficult it was for his master to defy the orders of the Temple Master. No one had ever disobeyed the supreme Temple Master in their entire life, yet they had repeatedly run into a wall with him. He had long since reached the end of his patience. If not for his master's special status, he would have long since …
As this thought flashed through his mind, Ingot suddenly understood. No wonder these arms were so much more difficult to deal with than before. In the past, even when he was sleeping, they would not dare to come out. It turned out that the Four Great Realms were no longer controlled by the Mahoraga Tribe, but by the Evergreen Celestial Temple Master himself. The Four Great Realms were imbued with divine arts, and he was no longer invincible. Divine arts were passed down from the ancestors, and the divine power he had inherited came from the ancestors' pets. They were not even on the same level, so how could a pet surpass its master?
Lord Ingot's eyes were wet with sorrow as he thought about how difficult the task his master had given him was. But no matter what, the Oracle Divine Mouse would always be loyal to its master. It could not do it, but it had to.
He raised his head and looked at Meng Fuyao, who was fighting bitterly in the sword net. The sword qi was so dense that even the slightest distraction would hurt her. There could not be any more chaos down there!
Lifting his leg, Lord Ingot flung the mud away and raised his head, letting out another sharp hiss.
In an instant, the black, blood-stained mud surged, and the arms that he had just kicked out stretched out once more, standing upright in the deep pool.
Within the gray fog, a forest of ghostly arms stretched out, but they were no longer as soft as before. They stood motionless, waiting for the Evergreen Celestial Beast's call.
Lord Ingot waved his claws.
The arms flipped and pressed down, aiming for the heads that were slowly struggling to break out of the mud.
Those arms did not have the ability to reverse, so they forcefully reversed under the Divine Beast's command. With a series of cracking sounds, they broke in an instant, but the broken arms were still pressed down heavily. In the gray fog, there were continuous banging sounds. Those heads were suddenly pressed down by the sudden pressure, and they sank down a little.
Lord Ingot stood on the rolling mud and stared at the arms. His fur was instantly drenched, but he did not stop and let out another sharp hiss.
The arms made a series of cracking sounds, breaking into countless pieces in an instant. But they carried out the command to the letter, diving back into the mud and trying to wrap around the heads and break them!
How could the heads be willing to be broken? The shaking suddenly accelerated and became more intense. More bubbles suddenly appeared under the black mud that was flashing with red light. The surface of the mud rose and fell, twisting into a tumbling whirlpool. Vaguely, one could hear the sound of cracking coming from the mud, as if a fierce battle was taking place under the ground.
Indeed, an intense battle was unfolding below, a battle that was not willing to give up despite the disparity in strength. It was a battle of divine arts left behind by master and pet. There was no doubt about the outcome, and even the parties involved knew it. But because of their loyalty, they did not want to give up, and used everything they had to turn the situation around, in exchange for a chance of survival for the woman.
I promised you that I would protect her.
Lord Ingot raised his head and his belly, letting out an endless hiss. He did not stop even after a quarter of an hour. He knew that if he stopped, the arms that were already wrapped around the heads would immediately stop, and all his previous efforts would be in vain.
More strength … more strength …
His fur was already wet, and his belly was bulging to the limit, revealing the red veins on his belly. It was so thin that it seemed like it would explode at the slightest touch. His throat was also broken, and he cried out blood. His mouth was full of blood, sweet, the sweetness that he liked the most. It turned out that his blood also tasted like this.
The monster arms were slowly tightening, and the head was constantly swaying. Every time it swayed, the arms would break into thousands of pieces, but the number of arms was huge. Every time one of them broke, the arms would break into a pile, entangling with each other. Under the mud, in the darkness, binding and breaking, entangling and breaking … endless … The battle was silent and fierce, swaying back and forth in the sound waves of the mythological beast.
More strength … more strength …
That long breath had long reached its peak, and it should have fallen or broken off. Lord Ingot himself did not know how he could hold his breath for such a long time. He felt that the breath could be cut off at any time, and even his life would be cut off at the same time.
The arms under the mud tightened. Crack crack … crack crack … Lord Ingot's mind was already blank. He could only scream, scream, scream, scream regardless of the consequences. He mobilized all his divine power to fight against the demon realm that was infused with the power of the ancestor's divine power, and tried in vain to create a miracle of courage.
Those rattling sounds were transmitted into its blank mind, and a great joy was born in the chaos. Almost there … almost there … More power … More power … More power …
At the end of the hiss, the sound waves had soared to the highest level. There was no sound around, but the air was constantly shaking because of this shrill sound, like waves of water. Lord Ingot opened his mouth, and felt that what he was making was not a sound, but a soul that was about to break.
Crack crack … crack crack … crack crack …
Finally, some of the heads were surrounded by the numerous arms, and were slowly broken off. Those heads that were about to pop out of the mud hung down softly in the mud forever.
Lord Ingot's eyes lit up, and in an instant, his belly deflated. His fur was all wet and stuck to his body, and he suddenly looked much thinner.
The cracking sounds did not stop, and those heads hung down one by one.
The desperate hiss from the Evergreen Divine Beast created a miracle that had never happened before in the Evergreen Temple. Under its control, the low-level demons defeated the high-level demons.
Lord Ingot revealed a look of joy.
But then his eyes changed again. In the depths of the darkness, there was something stirring …
The divine beast's keen divine sense could clearly sense the movement under the mud. Below … even deeper underground, there was still …
Lord Ingot's vision darkened, and for the first time in his life, he understood the taste of despair.
He was already close to the end of his life, and everything had a limit. He had fallen into the gates of death, and the Temple Lord had personally taken action. What should have been easy to pass was now as difficult as ascending to the heavens. He had fought with great difficulty, and victory was in sight, but there was still a demon lurking!
Although Lord Ingot's intelligence was equal to that of a human's, he was still a pet, not a human. In an instant, his mind was in chaos, and he subconsciously wanted to ask his master for help. But just as he thought about it, his heart trembled, and he hurriedly cut off the call for help.
Now, no one could save him, and as the Evergreen Divine Beast, he had no reason to rely on others.
In such a situation … what would his master do? What would Meng Fuyao do?
The shadows of the two people who had the greatest impact on his life flashed through his mind, and suddenly, Lord Ingot knew what choice he should make.
In times of danger, he should not care about himself!
The small ball suddenly turned its head and looked at the high place in the mind. It was the place where the icy wind was howling, the peak of the Heaven's Condemnation Execution, and his direction.
'Master …'
'I won't be your pet in my next life, okay?
I want to be … Meng Fuyao. '
Lord Ingot turned his head and suddenly stopped hissing.
He did not have the strength to scream, and it would be useless even if he did. His demon arms had been completely shattered in the battle against the heads, and he no longer had anything to control.
However, the blood of a divine beast could transform into the demonic aura of the Evergreen Nine Underworlds!
Lord Ingot touched his sharp teeth, and thought regretfully, 'I've eaten too many nuts, and my teeth are not sharp enough …'
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
