Chapter 73
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Chapter 73: Title
"The primal nature of abyssal creatures is invasion and assimilation. Should this ‘abomination’ act unchecked before being contained, catastrophe shall befall us all."
Amidst the abyssal upheaval, countless abyssal fissures manifested across Blue Star. Though these rifts remained transient and not all released entities, the threat remained alarmingly present.
"Is there any recourse should we face such calamity?"
"The Jiuzhou barrier might withstand it," Ji Lang remarked with detached composure. "Though its endurance depends entirely on Jiuzhou’s fortune."
Such aloofness would brand others as negligent toward Jiuzhou’s security, yet those familiar with him recognized this as his habitual demeanor.
"This cycle’s abyssal fissures will open and seal with unprecedented swiftness. Only through decisive action can we neutralize the threat."
"When confronting the abyssal invasion, heed this cardinal rule:"
"Annihilate the invaders with utmost urgency. Any delay… will unleash consequences beyond your darkest imaginings." Thus concluded Lin Jing and Ji Lang’s discourse.
Special Bureau Headquarters
None dared disregard Ji Lang’s warning, particularly those who’d witnessed the Bronze Door’s secrets.
"Should we alert other nations?" Xi Ning broke the silence. "This plague knows no borders."
Fusang’s proximity to Zhongxia made it ground zero for the recorded incursion. Given Blue Star’s vastness, who knew how many fissures might have opened and closed elsewhere during their conversation?
"This exceeds our authority. Elevate it to the leadership for deliberation. Meanwhile, mobilize defenses and summon Leng Xingwen with the ancient practitioners scattered across cities."
"We require their expertise," declared Yan Hua, his newfound pragmatism overriding past prejudices. Neither the Special Bureau nor Zhongxia itself stood inferior to these ancestral cultivators – given time, modern methods could rival centuries-old arts.
The ancient practitioners’ mastery of swordflight and aerial techniques proved invaluable for rapid travel and quicker reinforcement of threatened areas.
The abyss’s corruptive essence demanded grave caution. Should these entities infect humans, mere extermination wouldn’t suffice – Ji Lang’s intel confirmed the infected became irredeemable abyssal thralls within hours.
Within hours of the filed report, higher authorities mandated disclosure to capable nations. The fate of smaller countries remained beyond Zhongxia’s jurisdiction, though comprehensive data on abyssal biology and capabilities flooded the Spiritual Network – any competent regime could grasp the crisis.
Meanwhile, in America…
As nations grappled with incursions, an orphanage’s missing girl barely registered amidst monster panic. None witnessed the wheelchair-bound child awakening at 4:17 AM, her lilac eyes deepening to abyssal violet.
Trembling fingers traced miraculously functional limbs. She stood – a miracle of restored vitality bestowed by the void. Whispering a forbidden prayer, she dissolved from her room.
She materialized in primordial woodlands where the earth split asunder. From the fissure clambered a Big-Eared Monster, its fan-like auricles twitching. Every sinew of its predator’s frame thrummed with combat hunger, claws glinting as it fixated on the girl – a living temptation to its slaughterlust.
As the girl’s gaze fell upon the Big-Eared Monster, the creature shuddered violently, as though drenched from head to toe by glacial waters in an instant.
This human radiated terrifying power – not merely beyond its ability to challenge, but extinguishing even the spark of resistance. An oppressive force emanated from her presence, inexplicably suppressing its very essence.
How could a mere mortal exert dominion over a being born of the abyss?
"You shall be called Big-Eared Monster henceforth," the girl declared with casual authority, her tone brooking no argument. "As an abyssal creature in this world, your existence serves the abyss through my command."
"You dare enslave me, knowing what I am?" The creature protested, its true name – Ratcylvilras Koyekafenoth Andriand – burning unspoken in its throat.
"I am a priestess," she countered, eyes flashing with zealous fire at the mention of her domain. "Closer to the abyss than your kind could ever fathom." Though her memories of the abyss had faded, the image of the woman in black remained vivid – she would recognize her deity in any guise.
The Big-Eared Monster recoiled in shock as the human effortlessly comprehended its abyssal tongue. Priestess? The concept baffled it. Humans held no place in the abyssal hierarchy.
The girl lifted her hand to obscure her right eye, then revealed its dreadful power. "Submit or perish."
Within that crimson orb swirled pure abyssal energy, its intensity making the creature’s soul quail. An enigmatic symbol glowed within her pupil – the mark of true power. While any abyssal creature might wield basic energies, the sacred abyssal inscriptions belonged solely to the ordained.
These primordial sigls, gifts from the abyss itself, remained countless and unfathomable to common abyssal beings. True children of the abyss retained their consciousness; lesser creatures became mindless husks when their souls shattered under the abyss’ corrupting touch.
"Your will be done, great priest." The monster bowed its head.
"Since encountering the abyss, I am Seki." The girl smiled at the moonlit sky, her new identity settling like a mantle. Covering her right eye, she withdrew the draining power – her thousand-kilometer teleportation had already strained her newfound abilities.
"What now, Lady Seki?" The Big-Eared Monster asked with forced deference. Its escape through the abyssal fissure had been short-lived – captured before unleashing proper carnage.
Abyssal creatures worshipped and feared priestesses as living embodiments of their realm. If they served the abyss, priestesses answered directly to the abyssal deity. Their terrifying authority to unmake abyssal beings into raw energy kept even the strong-willed compliant.
Though priestesses were rare across the abyss’ infinite layers – each tier born from a consumed world – their numbers accumulated through aeons of conquest.
"We shall bring the abyss to this world," Seki declared, eyes gleaming. "My inaugural offering as priestess."
Her enhanced senses mapped global abyssal energies – twin epicenters in eastern and western superpowers, with smaller nodes scattered worldwide. The eastern power pulsed with formidable resistance, while western seals trapped abyssal gates in hell itself.
Avoiding these strongholds, Seki considered smaller targets. Her gaze fell on the knee-high monster. Restless abyssal creatures kept slipping through multiple fissures – though powerful ones couldn’t linger long before the world consciousness expelled them.
This knowledge flowed naturally through Seki, inseparable from her priestesshood. Her priority: locate the strongest escaped entity to establish an abyssal anchor. A new gateway would crown her achievements…
Fusang
Coastal disturbances had reached neighboring Zhongxia, though Fusang’s fishing communities and busy ports knew first.
"Where are Ise Grand Shrine’s chief shaman and Onmyoji Abe Masanari?" Officials barked. "The monstrosity makes landfall imminently!"
