Chapter 67 The Bones of God (1) Don't listen to her! You are...

Staring at that face, Xia Ying was briefly stunned. A name surfaced in her mind, but she had to strain to utter it: "Xia Kai..."

A smile appeared in the other's eyes as he opened his arms to her. Xia Ying, bewitched, almost walked into his embrace. Seeing this, Cerberus suddenly pulled her under his arms and squeezed her close: "Don't stand there! That's an unfamiliar abyssal creature!"

"!" Xia Ying suddenly woke up. The shadow of Xia Kaiyun in her field of vision faded away, and she gradually saw the other person's full appearance.

She cannot be Xia Kaiyun.

Xia Ying asked warily, "Who are you, and why did you say you were waiting for me?"

“Because I had prepared for our reunion long before,” she replied. “If it weren’t for that despicable 'blasphemer' who thwarted my plans…”

"Wait a minute, why are there more and more questions?" Xia Ying said with a headache. "'Reunion' means what? Do I know you? And who is this 'blasphemer'?"

The woman looked at her with pity: "Well, after all, you are a foolish and weak human being."

Xia Ying: Why are you resorting to personal attacks?

The magical particles within the prison began to surge strangely. Cerberus sensed the signs of magic and commanded the shadows to converge on him, erecting a tight protective wall around Xia Ying.

But the other side did not attack them. With a flick of her fingertips, the woman transformed the simple and closed prison environment into a magnificent courtyard like a castle garden.

In the unobstructed night sky, blue moonlight poured down freely. The abyssal creature who called herself Lilith ignored Xia Ying and Cerberus's wariness. She sat down at the walnut round table and leisurely picked up a bone china teacup.

"Sit down, children."

Xia Ying and Cerberus exchanged a glance.

Cerberus: What should we do? Should we just attack?

Xia Ying: The other party doesn't seem to be hostile at the moment. Let's try to get some information first.

Cerberus heeded Xia Ying's advice, but he did not relax his vigilance in the slightest. Even when he sat down at the round table with Xia Ying, he still kept his ears perked up, always on alert for any unusual movements that might harm Xia Ying.

Lilith tapped the table, and the heavy brass bell rang automatically. A group of bat waiters flew in from the night, first bringing a three-tiered dessert stand filled with beautiful sweets, and then placing exquisite tea sets in front of the guests.

In fact, Xia Ying did not intend to actually eat the snacks and tea, but faced with the scene of bats pouring tea for her, she couldn't help but glance at the amber-colored tea a few more times.

The bats worked together to unscrew the sugar jar lid and added white sugar cubes to the tea with small silver spoons. The sugar cubes slowly dissolved in the teacup. The waiters politely folded their single wings, gave Xia Ying a farewell bow, and then flew back into the night.

The scene was as dreamlike as a fairy tale, and a smile appeared on Xia Ying's lips. But when she turned her gaze to the host of the tea party, she immediately remembered the unknown dangers and countless mysteries she was facing.

The mysterious Ms. Lilith finally spoke: "Where should we begin?"

Xia Ying thought for a moment and suggested, "How about we start with 'blasphemers'?"

“Darling, of course you can.” Lilith looked at her gently, with the same tenderness she would show a child asking for a bedtime story. “Let me think… Have you heard the legend of the War of the Gods?”

“I’ve heard it.” Xia Ying recalled the outline of the legend that Jormungandr had once told her. “A war broke out among the gods. When the last god was about to win, the creatures of the abyss betrayed Him. The last god died as a result and also cast a curse on the creatures of the abyss.”

“Yes, that’s the story,” Lilith said. “Although it has been passed down as a legend, I must say that the facts are almost identical to the legend. I’ll just add some details… For example, the rebellion of the abyssal creatures did not break out suddenly, but rather a leader ignited the flames of betrayal within them.”

In Lilith's narration, the scene in which the three of them are located begins to change, and Xia Ying seems to suddenly find herself on a cloud, looking down at the vast battlefield below.

She saw a colossal, faceless god standing on the earth, his hands bound by chains. He roared in anger, and dust was kicked up by a tremendous tremor. Countless shadows were hidden in the swirling sandstorm.

Compared to the size of the god, these shadows appeared as small as ants, but their numbers were so great that they temporarily withstood the god's struggle and held onto the chains tightly.

During the brief stalemate, a figure rose from the sandstorm and unleashed an incredibly powerful attack spell at the god. The blinding beam of light pierced the god's chest and knocked him to the ground.

Xia Ying instantly understood that it was the "blasphemer".

Meanwhile, although the "blasphemer" who launched the fatal attack on the god had his back to Xia Ying, she had already vaguely sensed his identity... The god's blood splattered on the "blasphemer's" pure white six-sided wings, leaving behind black stains.

The filth continued to spread, turning the pure white six wings into pure black. The "blasphemer" was cursed and dragged into the dust, finally revealing his true form.

Cerberus exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't that the Lord of Demons?"

"That's right, he ignited the flames of betrayal, he was the source of all evil, the beginning of misfortune, and the first to fall into the abyss."

Lilith said.

"'Lord of Demons' is the most fitting title for him."

"How long ago was the War of the Gods?" Xia Ying exclaimed. "If Tartarus really did kill the last god, wouldn't he be an incredibly old man by now?!"

"As the first creature born from the abyss, he must also die as the last creature born from the abyss; this is also the price he pays for killing the gods."

Lilith struck the round table again, and their gaze shifted from the corrupted Tartarus to the dying god.

"Next, I will explain the connection between you, me... and her."

As the mist surrounding the deity's face dissipated, Xia Ying felt a strange sense of familiarity upon seeing Him clearly.

It was a colossal mother goddess whose undulating silhouette, like mountains, symbolized creation and abundance. Xia Ying, being human, naturally did not possess such power, but she inexplicably felt that the other party shared some similarities with herself.

The death of the Mother Goddess continued, and the slowly rotating nebula gradually devoured her body. In the depths of irreversible decay, three points of light emerged.

The Demon Realm shattered at this moment, with one point of light falling into the newly formed abyss, while the other two points merged, breaking free from the spatial barrier and flying towards a more distant world.

"On the verge of death, the last god unleashed his final magic."

Lilith's voice rang out.

Before she could continue, Xia Ying had already guessed the ending: "She became my mother, Xia Kaiyun, and me, right?"

“That’s roughly it.” Lilith smiled and extended her hand to her. “So do you understand now, Xia Ying? We originally belonged to the same great body, and were each other’s reflections, as inseparable as three moons…”

She infused her words with a seductive magic, and Xia Ying fell into a daze, her thoughts gradually becoming chaotic: "Then... what exactly am I?"

"Xia Ying!!!"

Cerberus grabbed her shoulders and interrupted Lilith's persuasion with a loud roar, which also woke Xia Ying up again.

The fog in her mind was suddenly pierced, and Cerberus's anxious face was reflected in her gradually clearing eyes:

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Author's Note: Xia Ying (in horror): Then the Demon Lord must be super old!

An 18-year-old boy is very handsome, but an old man who is thousands of years old is hundreds of times more handsome!