To be precise, it wasn't a truly existing voice but one that arose directly in Li Ang's mind.
The voice was dreamlike and illusory, fluctuating and indistinct. Its lody was slow and strange, like distant rolling thunder or a mumbled murmur in a dream.
In an instant, Li Ang's mind was filled with this voice, and all other stray thoughts vanished as swiftly as if flushed down a toilet. This text is hosted at noⅴelfire
TREAD. TREAD. TREAD.
In the darkness ahead, footsteps approached slowly.
Fierce heat waves beca tangible, sweeping over him. The temperature soared, willfully twisting the surrounding air.
The fine sandy ground beneath Li Ang's feet instantly dried and cracked, even showing signs of crystallization.
His own skin also shriveled and cracked due to the sudden rise in temperature.
On the back of his left hand, the Divine Mark slowly emitted strands of coolness, nourishing his skin scorched by the heatwave. The King Sli, still within its active duration, also continued to heal Li Ang's injuries.
Fear.
An icy fear, stemming from primal instinct, enveloped Li Ang's entire body. Every part of him scread in panic under the oppressive threat, urging him to flee this place.
But his legs were rooted to the ground like a tree, immobile. His entire body was firmly nailed in place.
Li Ang could see, outside the foggy gateway, in the moonlit trench, his few standing player companions, as if sensing sothing, subconsciously looked in Li Ang's direction.
Through the foggy gateway, their peering gazes abruptly froze.
As if struck by an invisible thunderbolt, they collapsed to the ground without even a chance to struggle—even Miss Chai, who resided within the Qinge Armor, was no exception.
Li Ang, rigid and unable to move, forced his eyes shut with all his might.
However, the figure in the darkness possessed an incredibly intense 'presence.' Even through his eyelids, it could project its image onto Li Ang's retinas, creating a sensation of déjà vu.
Li Ang "saw" the figure's form.
She was a short girl.
Her skin was fiery red, a stark contrast to the ethereal Green Graceful Wing Gauze she wore.
Her black hair reached her waist, its ends, along with her arms and ankles, burning with fierce flas.
Her eyes had no whites; the pitch-black orbs, dotted with countless brilliant lights, were as deep as the vast starry sky.
Her lips curved slightly, a smile that seed both innocently radiant and mockingly disdainful.
TREAD!
The figure nonchalantly took another step. Instantly, the sandy ground throughout the entire area, under the assault of the sweeping heatwave, transford into a mirror-smooth crystalline plane.
Only the patch of ground beneath Li Ang's feet remained fine sand.
"You are very impressive."
The figure didn't open her mouth to speak, yet the voice entered Li Ang's mind. "In the past thousand years, you are the first human to open this door."
Li Ang, struggling under an imnse pressure that nearly crushed his bones, managed to open his mouth and forced a word out through clenched teeth, "...Drought Demon?"
Classic of Mountains and Seas: There is a person wearing green clothes, nad the Yellow Emperor's daughter, Ba. When Chiyou waged war against the Yellow Emperor, the Yellow Emperor ordered the Responding Dragon to attack Chiyou in the wilds of Ji Province. The Responding Dragon stored up water, so Chiyou implored the Lord of Wind and the Master of Rain to unleash great winds and rain. The Yellow Emperor then sent down the celestial maiden called Ba; the rain ceased, and Chiyou was subsequently slain. Ba could not return to the heavens, and where she resided, no rain would fall.
This was the Drought Demon!
The other party—or rather, the Drought Demon—fell silent for a mont. She then gently lifted her head, her eyes gazing at the boundless, tranquil, pitch-black sky. With a reminiscent tone, she said softly, "Heh, it has been a long ti since I've heard that na..."
She lowered her head, looked at Li Ang, and said nonchalantly, "Just call
Hu."
The oppressive burden on Li Ang vanished instantly. He stared at the mythical being, who seed quite pleased. Instead of rashly attacking or fleeing, he stood silently, gathering his thoughts.
This was the first ti he had co face to face with a legendary being of such clear consciousness.
Even the false Reindeer God trapped in the underground space of the Williams Mansion couldn't match a thousandth of Hu's imposing presence.
On Li Ang's person, perhaps only the perfect-quality Damaged Origin of Life, once completely restored and upgraded, could compare to the Drought Demon in terms of 'mystique'...
Hu paid no mind to Li Ang's silence. She seed quite joyful, walking barefoot at a leisurely pace. (The ground she trod upon crystallized from the intense heat even before her soles touched it, producing crisp footsteps.)
She reached out and smoothly took the All Bright Moon Palace Lantern from Li Ang's hand, examining it back and forth with a nostalgic gaze, studying it intently.
Li Ang remained silent. In the presence of a mythical being whose re existence could cause a natural disaster, silence was perhaps the best option.
However, Hu seed to have no intention of ignoring Li Ang. Holding the Palace Lantern in one hand, she casually waved the other through the air and asked nonchalantly, "Are you from the Heterodox Academy?"
As she spoke, the dark cloud in the sky connected to the Moon God Crown split apart directly. The dense black clouds over the distant sea trench also seed as if wiped by an eraser—forcefully torn, splitting in two, and gradually dissipating.
Li Ang exhaled sharply, his mind racing to guess her intentions. He responded cautiously, "Not exactly, but those individuals lying outside do have connections with the Heterodox Academy."
Hu nodded indifferently. She casually crushed the Palace Lantern's fra and took out a yellowed candle burning with a bright fla. "After you leave, inform the Heterodox Academy to prepare themselves.
Shuiyun and I are about to leave. With their current strength, they are not capable of suppressing the Demon Prison and preventing its infiltration into the Mortal Realm. The Demon Tide is inevitable. The sooner they prepare, the smaller the losses will be later on."
The Drought Demon's words contained an overwhelming amount of information. Li Ang was silent for a mont, then slowly asked, "...What do you an by the Demon Prison infiltrating the Mortal Realm?"
"You don't know?" Hu said indifferently. "Heh, I suppose so. To what state has the Heterodox Academy fallen, for even the handover ritual of the Demon Prison to be completed by an outsider."
She shook her head and explained to Li Ang casually, "Centuries ago, Shuiyun—that is, the Mirage Dragon—and I made an agreent with the Heterodox Academy.
They pledged to protect the Dragon Clan's Dragon Descendant Bloodline and provide
with residency in the deepest part of the Demon Prison, allowing
to hide there and avoid heavenly tribulations. In exchange, Shuiyun and I would guard the myriad fiends within the Demon Prison.
For a thousand years, Shuiyun remained in a half-dreaming, half-waking slumber, while I stayed here with her. anwhile, I used the Misty Territory to observe the vast changes on the earth.
Now, the agreed-upon ti has arrived. Soone has brought the Palace Lantern and opened the gate, so it is ti for Shuiyun and
to leave.
As for the Demon Prison... that is sothing you yourselves must consider."
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