Far North.
The extreme ice dispersed, and dark clouds covered the entire sky.
The region that was once the pinnacle of ice and cold was now filled with an aura of destruction and decay.
From time to time, roars resembling wild beasts echoed.
"Soul beast sounds?" Ning Rongrong had just teleported from the Demonic Whale sea region to the far north, intending to meet Xue Di and apologize, but she suddenly froze.
What kind of ghostly wailing was that?
Had she teleported to the wrong place?
It shouldn't be.
She swept her gaze across the range, and Ning Rongrong's brows furrowed slightly.
"No mistake in the teleportation—this is the far north."
But there was no longer any trace of the far north. The entire region seemed to have been completely remade.
Although Ning Rongrong had not seen many Abyss creatures—only the Abyss Sacred Lord and the Abyss Mother—
that aura of decay was unmistakable.
"The Abyss?"
As expected, she had broken her promise.
She had thought she could come out of seclusion within two years, but to stabilize her realm, it ended up taking two and a half years.
"I hope Bing Di and Xue Di are still alive!"
To be honest, given Bing Di and Xue Di's attachment to the far north, it wouldn't be strange if they had chosen to perish defending it.
Speaking of the Abyss...
One hundred and eight layers of the Abyss, one hundred and eight Title Douluo-level beings.
To be frank, this was not a plane the current Douluo Continent could contend with.
Moreover, the Abyss plane was merely a forty-percent projection of the Crimson Mother's Crimson plane.
"Kekeke~"
"Human, daring to enter the far north—die!"
Twisted spatial ripples appeared behind Ning Rongrong.
A creature that looked somewhat human, with scythes for hands, swung its scythe weapon viciously downward, aiming straight for Ning Rongrong's life.
"Kekeke, do you think you're a Spirit Hall elder?" Ning Rongrong seemed to have eyes in the back of her head. She lightly stepped backward, deftly dodging the strike.
But in the next moment,
the scythe creature vanished from Ning Rongrong's line of sight and reappeared behind her.
Its speed was even faster than before, leaving afterimages like residual phantoms that surrounded Ning Rongrong in a circle. Then it seized an opening and slashed down hard with its scythe.
"All flash, no substance."
Her palm turned into a blade and swept lightly.
In an instant, the scythe creature felt a massive energy lock onto it.
"Not good!" It hurriedly crossed its scythe-arms to block.
"Bang!"
Blood sprayed from the scythe creature's mouth. Its entire body shuddered through its scythe-like divine weapon and was sent flying backward.
"A quasi-god-level Abyss creature, the Scythe Emperor—and in true body form. Looks like you've made quite a few preparations in these two years! Has that Abyss Sacred Lord guy come over?"
In the Legend of the Dragon King, among the one hundred and eight layers of the Abyss plane, the top ten counting backward were the strongest, each inhabited by quasi-god-level existences.
Some even had one foot stepped into the divine realm—terrifying beings.
"Human, not only do you know me, but you also know of the Sacred Lord!" The Scythe Emperor, who had previously only cackled, showed an incredulous expression on its near-human face.
"Of course. Two and a half years ago, I and another being forced your so-called Sacred Lord—who had come out for some fresh air—back inside. I doubt His Excellency the Sacred Lord is so forgetful!"
"It's you!" The Scythe Emperor trembled with rage. "Damn Douluo plane native—it was you who caused us to lose so many resources."
The ancient black phoenix that had once been here was the mount of the Abyss Sacred Lord. Rumors said it was a divine-level ancient mount. But two and a half years ago, it seemed to have fallen—and not in a way that yielded any value.
At the time, it had enraged the Sacred Lord so much that he smashed pots, pans, and bowls to pieces.
"Very good, very good!" The Scythe Emperor's face gradually twisted, strange sounds coming from its mouth.
"Shoo shoo shoo—"
Thousands of creatures similar in appearance to the Scythe Emperor—but closer to beast form—Evil Scythes—surrounded Ning Rongrong completely.
"Mastery of spatial power, quasi-god cultivation from the fifth layer of the Abyss's one hundred and eight layers—the Scythe Emperor."
"Come on, let's see if you can entertain me."
She had just broken through—perfect time to find someone to practice on.
Quasi-god level was just right.
"Good, good, good, human." The Scythe Emperor laughed in extreme anger.
"You are the most arrogant Douluo native I've seen in the Douluo plane. Even that Ice God Xue Di, who was heavily injured by the Sacred Lord, doesn't dare step into the far north anymore. You... what right do you have?"
The Abyss Sacred Lord heavily injured Xue Di?
Ning Rongrong's brows furrowed.
She had received some not-so-good news—or rather, very bad news.
Although she sensed several very strong energy fluctuations, there was no trace of the Abyss Sacred Lord's aura.
"Only two possibilities: either he didn't come over."
"Or his strength is so great that she couldn't sense him."
Ning Rongrong leaned toward the former. Even for a first-level god—even one like the Sea God—
she could detect traces of their presence. The pinnacle three realms were not something the Douluo plane's cultivation methods—or even the castrated version in the Abyss plane—could compare to.
Speaking of which, in the Legend of the Dragon King, crossing domains from the Abyss plane to the Douluo plane was extremely difficult.
Plus, they had crossed once two and a half years ago, consuming astronomical resources. It was even less possible now.
Perhaps it was a projection!
Ning Rongrong thought this, but even a projection required enormous cost.
Moreover, the power projected belonged to a first-level god.
Troublesome!
"Douluo native, take this!" The Scythe Emperor's scythe was comparable to a divine weapon. An ordinary Limit Douluo facing it—combined with the opponent's spatial ability—would have no way to fight back. But he had encountered Ning Rongrong.
"Calling us natives every sentence—does your Abyss plane have no culture or education at all?"
"This Young Sect Master is born with peerless beauty."
"Chop your ass!"
A faint sword hum resounded. The Glazed Holy Sword trembled lightly along with Ning Rongrong's figure.
In the next moment,
purple-red blood rain fell from the sky.
"No, impossible!"
The Scythe Emperor's eyes widened.
In disbelief, he watched his subordinates fall from the sky like celestial maidens scattering flowers.
Thousands of Evil Scythes—his elite clansmen, and not the weak kind.
They had been instantly blasted apart.
"You, what did you do?"
Meeting Ning Rongrong's pitch-black gaze, he instinctively shuddered.
"Space isn't used like that."
The sudden voice startled the Scythe Emperor. He quickly turned to look behind him.
Ning Rongrong stood right at his back, the sword in her hand emitting a faint ominous gleam.
The Scythe Emperor shuddered and rapidly pulled away, using spatial leaps to evade.
But no matter how he dodged,
the moment he stopped, Ning Rongrong was standing behind him.
"Damn it! I am the Scythe Emperor of the Abyss's fifth layer!"
"Bastard, let me show you my power!"
The Scythe Emperor stopped dodging. He swung the scythes of both arms, erupting with quasi-god-level soul power.
However, the scythe he swung suddenly halted.
The Scythe Emperor's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the cross-slash killing move he had unleashed with his divine-weapon-level dual scythes.
"One... one hand stopped it..." Just as the Scythe Emperor was about to speak, his gaze suddenly caught Ning Rongrong's changed eyes. Before he could react,
dense, countless wounds appeared across his body, which was larger than a human's.
"Spa... spatial ability."
Before he could finish speaking, dense spatial blades sliced the Scythe Emperor into countless fragments.
"Too weak."
Ning Rongrong released her grip on the opponent's scythes that hadn't been shattered.
"This thing might be useful for crafting something. Senior Lou Gao should find it handy!"
"Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, collect!"
Brilliant radiance drew the two scythes inside.
"Stop!"
A terrifying roar came from deep within the far north. Ning Rongrong did not stop. A pitch-black void formed beneath the fragmented Scythe Emperor's remains and directly devoured him.
"Worth being an Abyss creature—time is plentiful!" Ning Rongrong nodded.
Continuing to steal the opponent's time like this should accelerate Kurumi's cultivation speed.
At that moment, terrifying mental power locked onto Ning Rongrong.
"Oh? A god-essence-realm Abyss creature?"
Ning Rongrong instantly gleaned the opponent's information. After reaching the pinnacle three realms, her memories of the past had become much clearer—this was what they called enlightenment!
"I told you to stop—didn't you hear me?" A figure appeared in the sky. His robe was luxurious gold, his appearance extremely handsome—he looked completely human.
"I'd have to be stupid to stop, and I'm not stupid." Ning Rongrong's gaze was calm. "Let me ask you—if you were in my position, would you stop?"
"Do not do to others what you would not want done to yourself."
"Isn't that the principle, Your Excellency the Spirit Emperor of the Abyss's second layer?"
(End of chapter)