Chapter 251

Chapter 251: Don’t Make Me Laugh

The Divine Thought observed that this girl, despite her association with the Ancient sin gods, was genuinely kind-hearted. Though they shared no friendship—in fact, one could call them enemies—she’d allowed him into her divine sense without hesitation when they got trapped in the seal together. No wariness, no thought of abandoning him. She must’ve been tricked by those two sin gods!

"Li…little girl…" Old Divine Thought called out.

"Hmm?" You You answered while scanning their surroundings.

"You…you really trust me enough to let me stay in your divine sense?" Concern seeped into his voice. "Do you understand how vital the divine sense is? What if I attacked you here? Or destroyed your divine consciousness?" Damage here could cripple her permanently, even kill her.

You You froze mid-step.

Old Divine Thought’s heart sank. She hadn’t considered this! Mortals often overlooked such dangers. Though he meant no harm, it was too late to reverse—

"Old man…"

"Yes?"

"Stop cracking jokes!"

"What? I didn’t—"

"Let’s focus on escaping." She sighed, deadly serious. "I’m perfectly calm. If you make me laugh, I might lose control of my divine sense and accidentally crush you. That’d be awkward."

Given his fragile state, suppressing her divine sense’s automatic defenses was already exhausting!

Divine Thought: "!!!!!"

Who’s joking here?!

(⊙_⊙)

As You You trekked through the cave, thick Demonic Energy recoiled from her approach like prey fleeing a predator. Even formations woven from dark energy disintegrated when she passed—their supporting Demonic Energy evaporating, leaving inert spell patterns.

Was it decaying magic? Or Demonic Energy startled by living flesh? She considered asking Old Divine Thought, but he’d been sulking in a corner of her divine sense since his failed humor attempt, radiating bruised pride.

Elderly egos sure were fragile.

The cave’s uniform flatness made navigation impossible. After an hour of winding passages, the tunnel abruptly widened into a colossal underground chasm. At its base grew fields of black flora oozing Demonic Energy between jagged bones. Towering skeletal piles loomed—vertebrae like mountain ranges, horned skulls with smoke-like darkness seeping from hollow eyes.

Before she could react, Old Divine Thought shrieked, "Bone Dragons! Demonic Energy incarnate! Even Divine Lords struggle against these! Run before they awaken!"

"Alive?!" She gaped at the inert bones.

"Born from condensed Demonic Energy—kings among demon tribes! Far deadlier than Ming Ye! Go!!"

Nodding, You You summoned her Spirit Sword. The abyss’s ceiling must have exits. As she ascended, crimson flickered amidst white bones.

"Someone’s there!" She veered toward the glow.

A black-clad man floated above the bone heap, crimson hair flowing around a face surpassing Feng Rong and Yuan Qi’s beauty—divinely sculpted perfection. Eyes closed, encircled by strange energy, he felt eerily familiar.

"Who…" She reached out—her hand phased through him.

An illusion?

As she withdrew, a golden bell materialized in her palm before vanishing. Simultaneously, her skill panel lit up—a new bell icon beside "Heavenly Travel," bearing the character "Heaven."

The Heavenly Dao Book’s Yin volume?

"What’s wrong?" Old Divine Thought asked. "Why grasp at red Demonic Energy?"

"Demonic Energy?" She stared at the lingering phantom. "There’s a man here. You don’t see him?"