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The red light transformed by Yinglong was like a meteorite falling into the sea, silently tearing through the turbid clouds above the East China Sea and plunging into the dead ocean.
It didn't cause any waves.
The moment I entered the sea, a chill far more biting than the Kunlun snowstorms, carrying with it a suffocating atmosphere of decay and death, washed over me. This was no longer the vast Dragon Court of my memories, brimming with spiritual energy and a world of myriad creatures competing for freedom. Instead, it was a vast, slowly dying graveyard.
The light was quickly swallowed up, and after sinking only a thousand feet, it was surrounded by a pitch-black, viscous darkness. An ordinary immortal or god would likely have their consciousness corroded and frozen by the dense deathly aura. Yinglong naturally radiated a crimson divine light, repelling the filth and darkness. But beyond the divine light, the boundless oppression still weighed heavily on her senses.
She continued to dive down, following the faint but persistent pulling sensation coming from the hilt of the Fen Ji sword.
The deeper you go, the more shocking the scene becomes.
The once dazzling crystal palace was now reduced to shattered ruins, like the shattered bones of a great beast, scattered on the cold seabed. The ornate carvings were covered by a thick layer of deep-sea sediment, resembling corpse-like corpses. The few exposed areas had lost all their aura, becoming dull and rough. No fish, shrimp, or crabs were to be seen. Even the most tenacious deep-sea algae had vanished, leaving only a few twisted, strange microflora, adapted to the extreme silence, emitting a faint, ominous phosphorescence in the shadows of the ruins.
The spiritual veins are exhausted.
As the god of war who commands all waters, Yinglong could clearly sense that the "water spirit" of this sea was dead. The water was stagnant, with a viscous, decaying quality, devoid of any vitality or energy. This was the manifestation of a complete hollowing out of the very foundations of the sea, a far more complete destruction than the scars of a major battle; a fundamental, irreversible extinction.
He really spent all his money for that "gift".
The Burning Silence Sword trembled slightly in his hand. The faint glow of the dark golden dragon blood, in the absolute darkness, was as faint as a candle in the wind, yet it never extinguished. The pulling sensation pointed to the deepest part of the Dragon Palace ruins—an area where even the remaining walls were scarce, as if completely wiped out by some force.
Yinglong increased the speed of his dive.
Finally, she reached the bottom of the sea.
This place wasn't the flat surface she'd expected, but rather the entrance to an immense, sunken abyss. Its edges were jagged, as if forcibly blasted and hollowed out by some terrifying force. Looking down, she saw only deeper darkness, a darkness that even her divine eyes couldn't penetrate, as if it led straight into the netherworld.
And the last breath of Ao Guang that made her soul tremble, as well as the cold texture left by the Xuan Armor of Extinction, were seeping up from the bottom of the abyss.
This was it. The ruins of the Ten Thousand Treasures Cave, and also the place where he finally… or perhaps not completely ended.
Yinglong didn't hesitate at all. He moved and fell into the dark abyss that swallowed everything.
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The bottom of the abyss is not absolute nothingness.
Here, the tragic aftermath of the Wanbao Cave's collapse remained. The massive glazed pillar bases shattered into countless pieces, scattered across the uneven ground like the tombstones of a giant dragon. The air was filled with sharp fragments of energy, left behind by the forcible extraction of spiritual veins and the collapse of laws. An ordinary Golden Immortal would be instantly shattered by these invisible shards.
And in the center of this devastating scene, there was an extremely faint light that almost blended into the surrounding darkness, flickering slowly.
The light was so dim, as if it would be completely extinguished in the next moment.
Yinglong held his breath and slowly approached.
As the distance got closer, she could see the source of the light.
It wasn't a complete soul, or even a remnant. It was merely... a fragment of the dragon soul's essence, condensed with utter unwillingness and obsession. It was faint, almost an illusion, a translucent, dark blue that threatened to disintegrate at any moment. Within it, countless fine, black lightning-like forces of the Law of Annihilation entangled. It was precisely these forces that prevented it from being immediately assimilated and absorbed by the laws of heaven and earth.
Around this fragment, there are several finer, almost invisible pieces of Silent Mysterious Armor powder suspended, like loyal guards, surrounding their master, or in other words, the last proof of the master's existence.
Ao Guang.
He really...didn't disappear completely.
In this almost shameful, more painful than complete annihilation, it survived. Lost its dragon body, and most of its soul, only this fragment of its origin, carrying a millennium of waiting and a final, mad obsession, remained. In this soul-depleted, lightless, and dead abyss, it relied on the remaining power of the forbidden law to cling to life.
Yinglong's heart suddenly stopped beating, as if it was being gripped by an ice-cold hand.
She watched the faintest light, watching it flicker like a candle in the wind, entangled by the power of annihilation. She could sense the boundless pain and confusion emanating from the fragments, and... a twisted obsession that hadn't dissipated even in this state.
It's about her obsession.
He had been fantasizing about that wedding for a thousand years.
The Fenji Sword let out a low, mournful cry in her hand, and the dragon blood mark on the tip of the sword was burning hot.
She slowly stretched out her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, wanting to touch the faint light.
Just as her fingertips were about to touch it——
“Boom!!!”
A huge roar came from the entrance of the abyss above! The entire seabed abyss shook violently, and gravel fell to the ground!
An extremely thick purple divine thunder with magnificent divine power, like a spear of heavenly punishment, tore through the darkness. With the aura of destruction that could purify everything, it fiercely struck towards the bottom of the abyss and towards the faint fragments of Ao Guang's remaining soul!
At the same time, in another direction, seven brilliant starlights lit up, connecting into a mysterious formation. This drew upon the power of the celestial bodies, transforming into a vast starry net that enveloped the area where Yinglong was located! Sealing off the space, cutting off any escape route!
Thunder Department! Fighting Department!
People from Heaven are coming!
"By order of the Crown Prince! Eliminate the remaining evildoers of Ao Guang and kill them without mercy!"
A cold, emotionless voice, like ice, came from above.
Yinglong's face instantly turned as cold as the eternal black ice of Kunlun Mountains.
She did not look back at the falling divine thunder and the star net underneath.
Her gaze was still fixed on the dark blue fragment that was violently fluctuating due to the impact of the terrifying external energy, as if it would completely shatter in the next moment.
At that critical moment when the divine thunder was about to devour everything.
She made her choice.
The tightly gripped Fenji Sword let out an angry clang that tore through the darkness! The crimson sword light shot up into the sky, no longer scorching, but carrying a resolute killing intent that burned the entire world to ashes!
The sword light came later but arrived first, and met the brilliant thunder head-on!
"boom--!!!!"
Lightning and sword light collided and annihilated crazily at the bottom of the abyss! The escaping energy shockwaves tore countless cracks in the already fragile space around them!
At the same time, Yinglong's empty left hand suddenly grabbed forward, not at the dark blue fragment, but at the fine powder of the Mysterious Armor of Annihilation surrounding the fragment!
The powder felt icy cold as she touched it, bringing with it an instinct of resistance and destruction. However, she suppressed it with even greater divine power, instantly absorbing it and the blue fragment into her sleeve!
"Yinglong! Are you going to rebel?!"
The scolding from above was filled with shock and anger.
Yinglong stood, sword in hand, her crimson armor rustling in the energy storm. She raised her head, gazing at the looming golden-armored figure at the entrance to the abyss. Her eyes no longer held the previous confusion and hesitation, only the awe-inspiring, inviolable majesty and coldness of the Nine Heavens God of War.
"This person," she said, her voice clearly echoing in the trembling abyss, "will be dealt with by me."
"Heaven has no right to interfere."
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