NHWSG chapter 92

With one foot on the sea surface, Xing Yingzhu stood on the water in a posture that defied gravity, creating ripples with each step.

The Forbidden Abyss was filled with raging winds and chaotic time flew everywhere. With just one step from Xing Yingzhu, the scenery in front of him changed dramatically in the blink of an eye.

One moment, he saw the birth of the universe with sky and earth splitting apart, and the next moment, it turned into a reversed river of gods, swallowing countless mountains and rivers.

Xing Yingzhu had been wandering the human world for eight thousand years, and apart from the dream on Longhu Mountain, he hadn’t experienced these “past events” for a long time. At first glance, it all felt somewhat unfamiliar.

The ancient races that had long since disappeared into the annals of time began to reappear, mixed with sharp or tragic cries. Xing Yingzhu was momentarily reminded of the distant ancient times when everyone would fight upon meeting.

But having immersed himself in civilized society for many years, he felt much more civilized than them. He wasn’t very accustomed to this long-lost primitive environment and furrowed his brow slightly, muttering a few complaints in his heart.

This place had turned the Forbidden Abyss into something like an ancient tribal museum—with VR projection commentary, no less.

For the ancient demon clans, the Forbidden Abyss was akin to a prison. Normally, with the seal pressing down, no one came here for thousands of years. The last time someone set foot here was when the Seventh Princess ascended the throne ten thousand years ago and came to reinforce the seal.

As soon as Xing Yingzhu stepped into this ominous place, the unreliable inmates below noticed him, and the winds on the sea surface surged, a sharp wind passing by him, tearing a long gash in his clothes.

These ghostly things didn’t know if they were confined here for too long or if they were just bored, but as soon as they saw Xing Yingzhu, they all became restless. Xing Yingzhu looked coldly at them and could see the turbulence in the depths of the abyss.

Laughter emanated from beneath the sea surface, with occasional calls of his name. Those sharp voices stacked on top of each other like a chorus of thousands. Xing Yingzhu furrowed his brow impatiently, lifting his foot and stepping on the sea surface.

“Are you all calling ghosts?” he scolded irritably.

The eerie laughter gradually subsided, merging into a low male voice that became much clearer.

“Yingzhu,” the voice said. “Did you also lock her up?”

“Nonsense,” Xing Yingzhu raised an eyebrow and responded bluntly. “Do you take me for one of you losers?”

The voice scattered again, turning into a whispering gossip. Xing Yingzhu couldn’t hear it clearly and couldn’t be bothered to listen to their chatter, but he casually caught a few sentences like “this little dragon has quite the temper” and “even a little dragon whelp dares to act like this.”

“So why are you here then?” The deep voice spoke again, with a hint of mocking amusement in its tone, slowly saying, “Don’t you know, once you enter the Forbidden Abyss, there’s no way out.”

Of course, Xing Yingzhu couldn’t say that he had already been “recruited” — aside from other reasons, he had to consider his own dignity.

So he didn’t bother with these prisoners at the bottom, and went on his way.

But that voice seemed relentless, persistently nagging at him.

“So, little dragon, you were also deceived by her.” The voice chuckled softly, “What excuse did she use to deceive you, let me think… Did she say she wanted to restore your status, or help you revitalize the Ying Dragon clan?”

Xing Yingzhu silently advised them to go out more and watch the news: the Qing Dynasty had already fallen, and they were still talking about revitalizing their race here. wasn’t that embarrassing?

“Or perhaps, does she have some dirt on you that she’s holding?” The voice lingered like a ghost, continuing, “Oh… I smell it, the scent of someone on you.”

“Did she find some amusing toy to give you?” The voice rose in pitch, as if discovering something interesting, lightly laughing, “Little dragon, you better be careful — back then, the Hau Clan was annihilated because she found a mountain ghost to seduce, causing the other party to make a big mistake and lead to the clan’s destruction. She’s used to playing with people’s hearts like this, you can’t…”

Before the other party finished speaking, a sharp voice suddenly interrupted, cackling incessantly, “You’re here, and you won’t be able to leave in the future.”

Xing Yingzhu really couldn’t be bothered to deal with them.

He had only taken a few steps when suddenly, a burst of water splashed up behind him, with a blurry black figure flashing through, caught by his peripheral vision.

Instinctively, Xing Yingzhu twisted to avoid, and the Wujin Chain shot out from his wrist like a steel whip, striking the water figure and dispersing it into scattered water droplets.

The layers of laughter around suddenly intensified, and Xing Yingzhu, with keen ears, even heard a few remarks like “this isn’t entertaining enough.”

He calmly coiled the chain back onto his hand, glanced down at the sea below, and smirked slightly, mocking, “If you have the energy to ‘entertain’ me like this, you might as well save some strength for yourself, otherwise, you might end up being eaten before you finish speaking — I wonder if I should call you stupid or useless.”

Those convicts were struck in their sore spot by Xing Yingzhu’s words, immediately becoming angry and embarrassed, struggling and twisting underneath, the iron chains on their bodies producing a grating friction.

Xing Yingzhu couldn’t be bothered with them. He was only here on someone else’s behalf to take a look around. As long as he understood the situation with the seal, he could leave. It was pointless to say more to these demons.

—If it weren’t for the fact that the other party had used the whereabouts of his bones to manipulate him, he would never have come to help her with this task.

Having stayed in the Forbidden Abyss for a long time, Xing Yingzhu’s aura, belonging to the “demon” part of him, began to gradually emerge under the influence of the surrounding environment.

The dragon seal beneath his collarbone began to heat up, emitting a faint outline of deep purple. Scales covered his neck, and there were subtle red marks at the corners of his eyes. Several scales adorned his cheeks, conveniently covering his teardrop mole.

Xing Yingzhu’s patience was gradually wearing thin. He was getting impatient.

“—Yingzhu.”

Xing Yingzhu’s eyelids twitched, suddenly feeling anger in his heart. He forcefully pulled out the Wujin Chain again, but before it could touch anyone, it was caught in mid-air.

A young woman in light armor raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at him with a smirk.

Xing Yingzhu hesitated for a moment and subconsciously said, “Bai—”

He was about to ask why she was here too, but before the words could leave his mouth, he realized something was wrong. With a flick of his wrist, he retracted the Wujin Chain, and he saw the figure before him disintegrate into ashes out of thin air.

—It wasn’t a real person, but an illusion.

Xing Yingzhu hadn’t yet figured out why someone would release an illusion in the Forbidden Abyss when suddenly a thunderous roar sounded behind him. When he turned back, he almost got hit by the gust of wind rushing towards him.

He suddenly opened his eyes and realized that the Forbidden Abyss had changed its appearance in an instant. The boring laughter in his ears disappeared instantly, replaced by thousands of almost furious roars.

These roars were several orders of magnitude louder than what he had heard before. Xing Yingzhu suddenly came to his senses and even heard the cries of the Ying dragon.

But the Ying dragon clan had long been extinct, he thought in confusion.

A surge of flames suddenly rose from the surface of the Forbidden Abyss, and even Xing Yingzhu, a dragon descendant who was not afraid of fire or water, felt the scorching heat. He subconsciously took a few steps back and finally realized that something was wrong.

——This wasn’t where he was supposed to be.

This was all an illusion.

A gentle breeze brushed past his ears, leading him to look back. Xing Yingzhu narrowed his eyes slightly, stood firmly amidst the blazing flames, and instinctively looked towards the pillar of the Forbidden Abyss.

As expected, the damaged pillar now soared into the clouds, and on the narrow ladder support point, an extra person appeared out of thin air.

A young woman in silver armor with a long spear stood on the pillar in the center of the Forbidden Abyss, her cloak fluttering.

The central pillar of the Forbidden Abyss was the support point of the ladder to heaven, towering into the clouds. Even with Xing Yingzhu’s astonishing vision, he could only see a vague outline.

This was his first time setting foot in the Forbidden Abyss, and he didn’t know if this illusion was the norm or if the other party deliberately wanted him to see something.

He had been fearless since ancient times, even when he was killed and his soul and dragon ball were taken out, he never yielded. Let alone a mere illusion.

He sneered, not bothering to dodge or evade, just watching coldly, wanting to see what interesting greeting the other party had prepared for him.

This illusion was too turbulent, almost shattered beyond recognition, like a perfectly fine shadow play that had been cut off several times, and the scattered chapters couldn’t match up.

The woman seemed to be murderous, her aura cold like a sharp weapon. She stood facing two blurry figures, confronting them across a chasm.

Xing Yingzhu watched coldly for a while, feeling that the scene was familiar only until the woman began fighting the two figures opposite her, did he suddenly realize that he also had a memory of this event.

—Thousands of years ago, after the seventh princess ascended the throne, she quelled a rebellion in the Forbidden Abyss and killed the demon king and the demon queen.

But Xing Yingzhu didn’t understand why the other party wanted to show him this “recording.”

The woman fought the two alone, and the eternal night above the Forbidden Abyss was torn open by bright flames. The woman’s red cloak blended into the fire, and for a while, it was unclear whether she was controlling the fire or if the raging phoenix fire had already consumed her thin body.

This battle should have lasted a long time. Xing Yingzhu estimated that it had lasted at least seven days and seven nights. When the turmoil finally subsided, the surface of the Forbidden Abyss had been heated to a scorching temperature by the flames.

He raised his head, and a strong smell of blood permeated the air.

The woman had her back to him, and behind her was a raging fire. With one hand supporting the spear, she stared firmly at the abyss below the Forbidden Sea until the two rifts closed again. Then, she chuckled lightly and slowly closed her eyes.

Xing Yingzhu seemed to sense something, and after a moment, his pupils suddenly contracted. He realized that the woman had already fallen from the pillar.

She fell very fast, and the broken cloak was wrapped around her in the wind, completely blocking Xing Yingzhu’s view.