Chapter 1125
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Chapter 1125 Between the Clouds
A cloud streaked across the black sky of Heaven, and that mountain-like giant broken sword became increasingly clear in Lin Qiye and his companions’ vision.
This massive sword pierced from Hell into Heaven, carving a ferocious gap several kilometers long in Heaven’s land. Countless magma patterns flowed on the sword’s surface, like a slanted volcano. As the three approached, they could even clearly see numerous angel corpses hanging from the sword’s tip.
“To think a single sword could pierce into Heaven. Had the demons of Hell reached such a level of power back then?”
Looking at the countless angel corpses at the giant sword’s tip, An Qingyu couldn’t help but sigh.
“That was a divine realm with its own divine system origin. Strictly speaking, it was already an independent divine system. As many people in the world who yearn for Heaven, just as many fear Hell. For them, this is also a different kind of faith,” Lin Qiye explained.
“The origin of Hell…”
The three landed at the foot of the giant sword. As soon as they touched the ground, they felt a cold chill surging from the Hell fissures around the sword.
By now, the white ashes scattered in the sky had already covered Heaven’s surface like a thin veil. Lin Qiye’s lips parted slightly as he murmured a poem, and a whirlwind swept all the ashes in front of them to both sides, clearing a path to the Hell gap.
“Let’s go,” Lin Qiye looked back at Heaven gradually being buried by ashes. “Time to descend into Hell.”
“…Although I understand what you mean, it sounds a bit ominous when you say it like that.”
An Qingyu spoke helplessly as he walked to the gap beside the giant sword and jumped down. Jiang Er’s figure followed closely behind, floating into it.
Just as Lin Qiye was about to jump down, after a moment’s hesitation, he dipped his fingertip in night color and left a message for Michael beside the Hell gap before leaping into Hell.
Their figures fell through the endless darkness, occasionally passing broken Heaven palaces, fractured fiery peaks, and countless angel and demon corpses floating as if in zero gravity around the three.
At the collision boundary between Heaven and Hell, laws and order seemed to have fallen into chaos. Only countless white ashes spiraled like tornadoes from Hell up to Heaven, spreading to every corner.
The whirlwind circled around Lin Qiye and his two companions, escorting them through this junction area before their figures flashed and disappeared into the Hell gap.
What they didn’t notice was that one of the ashes floated down with the wind onto a broken angel corpse, dissolving like a snowflake upon contact.
One second, two seconds, three seconds…
After an unknown amount of time, a strange red flesh ball bulged from the center of the angel’s forehead!
As the flesh ball split open from the center, a red eye composed of countless tiny red insects quickly rotated to survey the surroundings.
In the endless darkness, these strange red insect eyes were opening one after another, like a red tide gradually covering the entire sky.
…
Wild winds swept across the crimson land, stirring up piles of ashes as three figures slowly descended from the sky, arriving in Hell.
“This place is different from what I imagined,” An Qingyu stood on the broken ground, looking around. Under the deep red sky, mountains flowing with flames were scattered on the horizon, and the air was filled with deathly dust.
“How is it different?”
“How should I put it… it doesn’t seem as terrifying as the legends say?”
“Indeed, after all, the demons who lived in Hell are all dead now. No matter how gloomy the environment is, it’s ultimately not alive.”
Lin Qiye looked around but couldn’t see any gap leading to the outside world within his field of vision. It seemed that the gap must be quite narrow and difficult to find.
“Hell is so vast, how will we find the exit gap?”
“Searching bit by bit won’t work… we need some luck.” Lin Qiye casually picked up a sharp stone from the ground, tossed it in his palm a few times, and prepared to throw it to decide their direction.
“Purely relying on luck?” Jiang Er couldn’t help but speak up. “In such a vast place, the probability of randomly picking a direction and finding the exit gap is too slim, isn’t it?”
“That’s exactly why it needs to be slim.” Lin Qiye smiled slightly as a golden light flashed in his palm. “The more impossible it is, the more likely a miracle will occur…”
He closed his eyes and threw the stone in his palm. The stone rolled several times on the ground before hitting a wall and stopping.
The sharp end of the stone pointed in a certain direction in Hell.
“Let’s go, it’s in that direction.” Lin Qiye dusted off his hands as a cloud formed under his feet, carrying the three of them soaring into the sky.
The somersault cloud soared under the deep red sky as patches of ash gathered in the air, flowing like clouds. Lin Qiye drove the cloud while maintaining [The Sky’s Poet], crashing into the endless ashes. The fierce wind circled around the three, preventing any ash from touching their bodies.
As their vision was obscured by endless ashes, all the three could see was a sea of gray-white.
“The ashes in Hell seem more concentrated than those in Heaven,” An Qingyu pondered. “It seems this is where the anomaly began.”
“After we return, we need to report this situation to the Heavenly Court immediately. The reappearance of Cthulhu’s power is a…”
Lin Qiye stopped mid-sentence, his pupils suddenly contracting as if he sensed something.
Seeing Lin Qiye abruptly stop, An Qingyu was about to speak when the somersault cloud beneath their feet suddenly swerved sharply to the side, making a right-angle turn that nearly threw him off.
Several invisible threads shot out from An Qingyu’s sleeve, forcibly pulling him back onto the somersault cloud. The next moment, a giant black hand reached out from the ash cloud where they had just been, missing them by a hair’s breadth from crushing them along with the cloud!
An Qingyu stood up on the somersault cloud, cold sweat seeping from his temples. “What was that thing?”
“I don’t know,” Lin Qiye’s expression, far from relaxing after the narrow escape, became even more grave. “But… there’s far more than one of these things in the clouds.”
He piloted the somersault cloud, weaving like a snake between the cloud layers as black lightning bolts shot out from the gray-white cloud bodies, surrounding Lin Qiye and his companions from all directions.
An Qingyu barely stabilized himself on the cloud, adjusted his glasses, and looked back intently.
As those black lightning bolts drew closer to the somersault cloud, their forms gradually became clearer. They were ferocious monsters with fleshy wings on their backs, their bodies and limbs flowing with magma-like red patterns, each standing five or six meters tall.
Their fleshy wings beat rapidly like fly wings, moving at incredible speed.
