Chapter 1226 Mother...
"After you've seen Su Hanyi, get out as soon as possible. The environment inside the Soul Condensing Abyss is special. One of you is not of the Su family bloodline, and the other's bloodline is not pure. You must not stay in the Soul Condensing Abyss for long, so as not to affect the Su family elders in the ancestral land."
Luo Li took the bead without hesitation and swallowed it, and then stuffed the other one directly into Di Xuanming's mouth.
Then she looked at Su Qingyue and said, "Thank you, Saint. Let's go in."
Su Qingyue nodded lightly, "Follow me."
She pointed her index finger at the void in front of her, and it seemed as if an invisible barrier slowly dissipated.
Su Qingyue didn't look at the two people behind her and walked straight in.
Luo Li glanced at Di Xuanming and said, "Let's go."
At the end of the corridor, the view suddenly opens up.
Luo Li and Di Xuanming took a step forward, and the scene before them immediately shocked them.
This is the Soul Condensing Abyss.
It was not the huge cave that Luo Li had imagined, but a void space that seemed to be frozen in the depths of time.
There is a bottomless icy abyss under your feet.
The deep blue seemed to be able to swallow all light, emitting a terrifying chill a thousand times stronger than that in the corridor, enough to freeze the soul.
The surface of the abyss is not calm, but is suspended with countless huge blocks of black ice of various sizes and shapes.
There was no sky in the entire space, only endless, slowly rotating ice-blue fog.
Dead silence.
A silence that is more mysterious and more complete than the entrance to the outer realm of the Frozen Throne.
There is no wind, no sound, and even the passage of time seems to be frozen.
Only the slowly rotating cold fog and the silently cruising ice-blue light constitute the eternal and unchanging Soul-Condensing Abyss.
The soul here instinctively feels small and trembling.
Any slight fluctuation of soul power would seem to be infinitely amplified by this absolutely silent environment, thereby triggering the omnipresent icy force to completely freeze and annihilate it.
Su Qingyue stopped at a huge, raised platform of black ice at the edge of the abyss. She turned around, her icy blue eyes scanning Luo Li before finally settling on Di Xuanming.
"Soul Condensing Abyss." Her voice was exceptionally clear and cold in the dead silence. "A place where the Mysterious Ice Soul is nurtured. The soul's breath ceases, and the mind is sealed. Anyone who moves recklessly will have their soul scatter."
Su Qingyue's warning was like an ice cone, piercing the eardrum and even the soul.
Luo Li and Di Xuanming stood on the raised black ice platform, looking at the bottomless blue ice abyss below that emitted an all-consuming light, and the huge black ice blocks of various shapes suspended in it, as if they had frozen time for eternity. A sense of insignificance and chill that came from the origin of life arose spontaneously.
"Soul Condensing Abyss, the place where the mysterious ice soul is nurtured..." Luo Li muttered in his heart, his eyes sweeping across the huge pieces of suspended mysterious ice.
Each piece of ice exudes a powerful and pure aura, which is the final mark of the top powerhouses of the Su family that has been accumulated over countless years.
They are dotted like stars in the dead silent ice-blue abyss, silently telling of their past glory and final destination.
Su Qingyue was right, no disturbance was allowed here.
Emperor Xuanming's condition is even more dangerous than when he was in the tunnel.
The extreme coldness that permeated the Soul Condensing Abyss seemed to have found the most perfect resonance point, rushing madly into his body and blending seamlessly with the power in his blood that originated from the Frozen Throne.
This should have been nourishing, but it was like adding fuel to the fire.
The black and red flame in his body, which had been forcibly suppressed and temporarily balanced by self-mutilation, became restless again under the extreme temptation of this cold force of the same origin.
The layer of frost mixed with dark red lines on his body surface began to fluctuate violently. Deep in his red pupils, the frozen lava core surged violently, almost breaking free from its restraints.
He clenched his teeth tightly, veins popped out on his forehead, and a suppressed groan came from his throat. A trace of bright red seeped out from the corner of his mouth again, and instantly froze into dazzling blood crystals.
At this moment, the bead that Su Qingyue had just given him suddenly emitted a faint light, suppressing the turbulent power in Di Xuanming's body.
Luo Li looked at Su Qingyue, "Please, Saint, take us to the place where Su Hanyi's remaining soul is being nurtured."
The purpose of their trip was to see the remaining soul of Di Xuanming's mother Su Hanyi.
The dead silence of the Soul-Condensing Abyss seemed to have weight, weighing heavily on my heart.
Su Qingyue's gaze lingered briefly on Di Xuanming, and an imperceptible ripple flashed across the depths of her ice-blue eyes before returning to frozen calm.
She said nothing, but raised her bare hand and pointed towards the depths of the icy abyss below.
The fingertip was pointing not to the nearest or largest block of black ice, but to an ice crystal suspended in a relatively open area about a hundred feet away from the platform.
The ice crystal was not very large, about the height of a person, with an irregular shape. Its surface was not as smooth as other black ices, but rather a bit rough, with even tiny cracks on the edges.
Its entire body presents a deep, almost dark blue color. Compared with the surrounding black ice souls that emit pure ice-blue cold light, it appears particularly dim and fragile, like a fragment forgotten in the corner.
It hovered there quietly, with no powerful pressure dissipating, only a loneliness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and a weak life pulse that seemed like it would be extinguished at any moment.
Su Qingyue's cold voice broke the silence: "Su Hanyi."
Just three words, but they were like an invisible hammer, hitting Di Xuanming's heart hard.
"Mother..." A hoarse, almost tuneless murmur squeezed out from between his clenched teeth, with the fishy sweetness of blood foam.
The balance of ice and fire in his body shook violently at this moment. The bloodline sensed from the Frozen Throne was clearer and stronger than ever before, like a lost wanderer who finally smelled the scent of his loved ones, and frantically wanted to break through all obstacles and rush forward.
However, the stronger this sensation became, the more violently the black and red flames in his body, which were forcibly suppressed and bound by his own pain, resisted and burned.
It was as if the call of that bloodline was a deadly poison, igniting the destructive instinct he inherited from the other side.
“Ugh——!” Emperor Xuanming suddenly arched his body, and the layer of frost on his body surface with mixed dark red lines began to crack inch by inch. Wisps of black and red flames shot out uncontrollably from the cracks, and then went out with a "sizzling" sound in the extreme cold.
His eyes were as red as blood, his gaze fixed on the dull dark blue ice crystal. His body was shaking violently due to the extreme pain and the forced control of his will, as if it would collapse at any moment.
The veins on his forehead and neck bulged out fiercely, and tiny beads of blood mixed with ice crystals oozed out of his skin, making him look extremely terrifying.
Luo Li's heart tightened instantly.
Without hesitation, she transferred more chaotic power into Emperor Xuanming's body. The gentle yet vast power was like a tough net, trying its best to hold back the torrent of power that was about to get out of control.
"A Ming, look at her! She's right there!" Her voice carried unprecedented urgency and strength, trying to penetrate the chaotic storm of his consciousness.
Su Qingyue still had no expression on her face, but the invisible chill around her seemed to have become even stronger.
She did not intervene, but her ice-blue eyes stared coldly at the thrilling struggle of ice and fire within Di Xuanming's body, as if she was assessing the limits of an object.
Just when Emperor Xuanming was on the verge of losing control and Luo Li's chaotic power felt the pressure doubled,
Buzz...
The dark blue ice crystal trembled very slightly.
It was not a vibration of space, but an extremely weak fluctuation of the soul originating from its inner core.
Like a soul that had been sleeping for ten thousand years, it was touched by the call of blood and extreme pain, and beat once with great difficulty.
Then, an extremely faint and blurry shadow, like an ink stain soaked in water and about to dry up, slowly emerged and condensed from the depths of the ice crystal with difficulty.
It was the outline of a woman.
She has a slender figure, long hair, and a blurry face, as if separated by thick fog and waves.
She curled up in the core of the ice crystal, her posture as fragile as a newborn butterfly chrysalis, or like the only remaining dead branch after being broken by a storm.
Her presence was so thin that it seemed as if a slightly heavier breath could blow it away.
However, at the moment when this shadow emerged, an indescribable sadness, attachment and boundless weakness from the depths of the soul spread out like an invisible tide, gently yet heavily.
This emotion was not directed at everyone. It had a clear direction and an almost instinctive pull, drifting persistently towards the tall figure on the Xuanbing platform.
Emperor Xuanming.
That is the mother's perception of her bones and blood, the most instinctive response of the residual soul to the blood of her loved ones in the endless ice, a faint response that transcends the boundaries of life and death.
This weak yet pure fluctuation of the soul, like a slender yet extremely tough silk thread, instantly penetrated the violent battlefield of ice and fire in Di Xuanming's body, precisely wrapped around the deepest part of his soul, and calmed the two bloodline forces at the same time.
Like ice crystals thrown into boiling magma, it does not extinguish the flames, but instead brings about a strange momentary stagnation and harmony.
The ice and fire power that was violently colliding in Emperor Xuanming's body seemed to be gently brushed away by an invisible hand when touched by that wisp of soul thought.
The restlessness of the Frozen Throne's bloodline instinctively subsided, like a weary bird returning to its nest.
And the violent flames that originated from the blood of the Emperor family were helplessly dormant under the pull of this force.
His body trembled violently, not because of pain, but because of this sudden, almost miraculous calm.
The cracked frost on the surface stopped spreading, and the black and red flames that shot out were silently extinguished.
The thin layer of frost mixed with black and red lines covered it again, but the lava core underneath no longer violently impacted the ice shell, but fell into a kind of huge silence.
The red in his eyes did not fade, but was like frozen tears of blood, solidified deep in his pupils.
All sounds were stuck in the throat, only the chest rose and fell violently, and every breath was hoarse like a broken bellows.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze penetrating the hundred-foot-long icy silence, and fixed on the dark blue ice crystal and the faint outline of the shadow that could disappear at any moment.
"Mother......" This time, the voice was no longer a growl, but a broken breath with a strong smell of blood.
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