Chapter 503: What Are You?
"Hey! Master! What does it mean when you're pointing in that direction?"
In the midst of the Eastern Sea, the white dragon girl, who had realized she had been abandoned, shouted in panic.
However, the gigantic white wolf had already vanished.
And her Master, Lu Heng, who resided far away in the Cangwu Abyss, was even less likely to provide her with any answers.
The bewildered girl floated in the waters of the Eastern Sea, at a loss. Now and then, she gazed blankly at the direction indicated by the white wolf's paw, and then looked towards the direction where the white wolf had disappeared. For a moment, she was unsure whether she should stay in place and wait for her Master to return, or if she ought to go and explore the location her Master had pointed to.
At that very moment, the blazing white thunder-like flashes illuminated the horizon, already descending upon the outskirts of the Cangwu Abyss.
Unlike the picturesque beauty of the nearby Jiuyi Mountain, the Cangwu Abyss before Lu Heng's eyes was a strange and desolate place devoid of any signs of life.
The gloomy dark clouds incessantly shrouded this wilderness and abyss day and night.
The piercing cold wind occasionally emanated from the depths of the abyss, faintly carrying a ghostly wail that sent shivers down one's spine.
Legend has it that staring at Cangwu Abyss for too long can even lure away one's soul, making people become foolish and dull-witted under the influence of the bizarre creatures dwelling in the abyss.
And as a cultivator, Lu Heng now experiences nature more profoundly.
The sinister abyss, with its eerie atmosphere, turned out to be beyond the realm of mortals, exuding traces of aura that were strikingly identical to those found in the depths of the netherworld!
In Lu Heng's heart, a slight chill ran through him.
From behind him emerged the enigmatic and profound Yin-Yellow Seal.
Lu Heng is well aware of the rumors surrounding Cangwu Abyss and the existence of the abyssal sea below it.
In a conversation between Lu Heng and Priest Li Po of the Li Tribe's Hanhai Department once mentioned the various terrifying and mysterious legends surrounding this place. Lu Heng also expressed that if the day came when Li Po forged the sword that would split mountains and seas, and ventured to cleave open Cangwu Abyss, he would offer his assistance with unwavering support.
However, just a few years after the promise, Lu Heng unexpectedly departed from the Celestial Desolation Realm and wandered within the Starry Sky Tomb for over four thousand years.
Upon returning now, he has only just learned that the once dear friend has vanished into thin air. Li Po forged the sword that would split mountains and seas three thousand and eight hundred years ago, heedless of the resistance from the Li Tribe's High Priestess and the eight priesthoods. He fearlessly charged into this mysterious and inky black abyss.
Since then, the world has never witnessed the presence of Priest Li Po from the Hanhai Department, not even the nine tribes of the Li Tribe, including the Sacred Mountain, have seen the return of Li Po's lingering soul. According to tradition, when a member of the Li Tribe dies, regardless of the circumstances of their demise, a wisp of their spirit is bound to return to the Sacred Mountain.
However, Li Po broke this norm.
His soul lamp on Scared Mountain has already extinguished, yet his spirit never returned.
The only comfort is that since then, the sinister creatures beneath Cangwu Abyss no longer emerge to harm the world, and people believe that those creatures perished along with Li Po.
But now, as the sinister creature resurface, with a single strike, it has taken away the soul of Supreme God Lu Ai.
If this news were to spread, the Celestial Desolation Realm would likely be struck with panic for a long time.
And now, Lu Heng is one of those panic-stricken individuals.
He never expected that the methods of those sinister creatures could be so mysterious. Right in front of everyone's eyes, it effortlessly took away Xiao Ai's soul, completely defying logic.
Nowadays, even though he is aware that there might be traps awaiting him below, he still has no choice but to proceed.
In the depths of Cangwu Abyss, Lu Heng, dressed in a white robe, took a deep breath. With a casual wave of his hand, a green-bronze cauldron flew out from his sleeve and hovered by his side. The Requiem Seal followed closely behind Lu Heng, ready to act at any moment.
And the figure of Lu Heng silently disappeared into the dark and ominous clouds below.
A bone-chilling gust of icy wind rushed toward Lu Heng, piercing through his protective True Qi, sending a shiver down his soul - this frigid wind from the abyss could actually bypass spiritual power and directly strike one's spirit?!
Since his arrival at Cangwu Abyss, an inexplicable sense of foreboding that lingered in his heart has now grown even stronger.
Meanwhile, his figure continued to plummet within the depths of Cangwu Abyss, until he soon caught sight of a vast expanse of dark seawater below.
The Nether Sea…
To Lu Heng's surprise, Cangwu Abyss turned out to be not as deep as he had imagined.
It only took a dozen breaths for him to fall into the pitch-black seawater.
As Lu Heng descended into the dark seawater, which had been calm and reflective like a mirror, it suddenly began to roil and boil.
Within the eerie seawater, it felt as if countless hands were frantically tearing at Lu Heng's soul, attempting to pull him away. The chilling aura of death, which made one's scalp tingle, permeated everything, even the Nine Cauldrons, known for being impervious to all, filled with the essence of life, trembled violently in this eerie Nether Sea, seemingly unable to withstand its presence.
But just at this moment, a peculiar cold light swept fiercely beneath the Cangwu Abyss.
The Requiem Seal behind Lu Heng trembled with a resounding hum!
In an instant, the entire Cangwu Abyss fell into silence.
The boiling dark seawater also strangely froze like it was suspended in the void.
Meanwhile, Lu Heng's eyes slowly closed.
In this moment, he finally understood the true essence of the Cangwu Abyss.
Here is a ghostly netherworld, a peculiar realm forbidden for the living to enter.
Any living being is unable to enter here.
Even though Li Po's own sword, the "Mountain-Splitting Sea-Cleaving Sword," possesses the power to cut through everything and can cleave the depths of the netherworld sea, he is still unable to penetrate the boundary between life and death…
A slight sigh escaped Lu Heng's heart.
His body slowly calmed down, floating in the pitch-black waters, constantly rising and falling.
Meanwhile, his soul gradually opened its eyes.
What he saw was a deep purple, enchanting and exquisitely beautiful world.
Countless stars shimmered brilliantly above his head.
The enchantingly beautiful blue Mandala flowers bloomed fiercely at his side, filling the entire dark abyssal sea.
And there he sat in the midst of a deep blue sea of flowers. Surrounding him were countless fiercely blooming indigo blossoms, while beneath him lay the bone-chillingly eerie stagnant waters.
Vaguely, beneath this sea of flowers, it seemed that countless figures were wailing and shrieking in anguish.
However, Lu Heng, as if he hadn't heard anything, calmly stood up.
Behind him, there floated a majestic yellow seal, silently accompanying him.
Meanwhile, at the shore ahead, on a green meadow under a sky filled with countless twinkling stars, stood a small girl with silver hair and animal ears. She stood there in a daze, gazing at him with eyes filled with tears of disbelief and delight, shimmering with a dark golden hue.
However, Lu Heng's gaze, at present, could only briefly linger on the little girl before he had no choice but to look behind her.
There, on the small hill of emerald green grass, a figure sat quietly, smiling and gazing at him."
Dressed in a bewitching red gown, with a face identical to the progenitor of martial immortals, Lian Cangqing. And beneath the seated red-clad woman, there was a peculiar chair made of living flesh and blood, constructed eerily from the bodies of living beings.
The chair's anguished expression was gently caressed by the red-clad woman in her embrace.
The countenance of the priest from the Li Tribe's Hanhai Department remained vivid and lifelike, even after four thousand years.
Lu Heng gazed at her, as well as the lifeless head of Li Po in her embrace, his expression not filled with anger, but surprisingly composed and tranquil.
He stood amidst a sea of flowers, his hands clasped behind his back.
He asked, "What are you?"
