Deep in the Living-Chapter 904 - 883: Unknown Area

During subspace navigation,

Luo Di continued to walk outside the starship,

the surging space turbulence passing by him like a gentle stream. He could even use his left arm to stir the turbulence, stabilizing it and even directly constructing channel structures.

And as he meditated outside, the cloth man unexpectedly came to find him.

Space particles seeped directly through the gaps in the cloth without any hindrance.

"Hey, my friend, hopefully I'm not bothering you."

"What's up?"

The cloth man slowly walked behind Luo Di and squatted down,

"Nothing much, just wanted to give you a heads-up. According to the coordinates I've set, once the starship leaves subspace, it'll reach the target star domain.

The graveyard is variable, it could exist anywhere in that star domain.

Even Lord Moon God cannot pinpoint it precisely; only the reform envoys appointed by you, the Prison Director, can gradually find it, which may take a long time, a month, two months, or even longer.

My task is merely to deliver you to this star domain; I can't help beyond that.

When the time comes, you and that Hell Lord should get along well; I'll be taking my leave then.

No need to see me off, I know some space tricks, and I can find my way back by following the moonlight."

Luo Di's gaze remained fixed ahead as he softly replied, "The coordinates are set anyway; you can leave now."

The cloth man quickly waved his hand, "That's not possible. I received the task from Lord Moon God to deliver you to your destination. If I leave early, the Moon Seal within me won't dissipate.

If it's deemed that I didn't complete the task, I'll be punished.

Just wanted to let you know, when we arrive, I'll leave directly. Best of luck to you."

As the cloth man was about to return inside the starship,

Luo Di suddenly asked,

"The Moon God once possessed you, and mentioned there's not enough time, and something is about to be born. Do you know what it is?"

"How would I know the affairs of the Central Prison, and some matters are better left unspoken; knowing early brings no benefit and might even lead to our demise."

"Alright."

The cloth man left,

Luo Di supported his chin with his hand, becoming curious.

He could tell the cloth man was extremely wary of that graveyard, and even on this journey, he seemed quite anxious, a situation never before seen.

Based on the past two years together,

the cloth man must be a very important core angel envoy under the Moon God.

His divine status has reached the middle rank, yet he's not adept at attack, more so at the "change" inherited from the Moon God.

Thinking about this,

as the starship was still traversing subspace, Luo Di began to take action.

"Gods' Tomb, a completely sealed space filled with death and brewing malice, a place full of madness and forbidden taboos.

It would actively reject prisoners, but should grant access to me as a reform envoy."

Luo Di raised his left arm, with a channel appearing in his palm, already connected to the destination star domain. If Luo Di wished, he could abandon the starship and go directly.

He placed his palm in front of him, licking with his tongue and sniffing with his nose.

Wanting to taste the scent of death, a scent he once experienced on 'Mr. Yi'.

Furthermore, he wanted to sniff out the most familiar scent, a stink that exists in everyone regardless of identity or rank.

However,

such remote tasting yielded nothing.

Luo Di shook his head helplessly. If it were that easy, the death row inmates would have figured out a way long ago.

Just as he was about to move his palm away,

a soft sensation of adhesion came from his side,

Glancing sideways,

a huge belly painted with white oil pressed against his arm.

An extremely disgusting face drew near, turning toward Luo Di.

"Ah, Luo Di, how you've become less pure. The tongue Gust gave you is indeed useful, but it can't taste the stink.

Even though you're not very nice to me, I don't hold grudges; let me lend you my nose.

My nose is equally keen, and particularly sensitive to this stink."

"Uncle Joke" directly picked up a knife and cut off his large hooked nose, painted with white oil, handing it over.

Given the gravity of the situation,

Luo Di didn't refuse, also aware that the clown before him wasn't real, but a projection of his unique "external malice."

His complete refusal of divine malice,

is partly due to having once beheaded the clown, thoroughly letting go of that vengeful malice.

However, this malice didn't seem to dissipate entirely, occasionally expressing itself externally. But it remained outside, always unable to affect Luo Di's inner essence.

At key moments, it can even provide some malicious assistance.

Luo Di took the nose,

Hehe~ An eerie laugh, Joker disappeared.

Simultaneously, Luo Di's own nose tip was completely dyed white, seemingly inadvertently painted by the moonlight, yet it appeared with a layer of paint-like texture.

Shut the mouth, deactivate the tongue.

Only use the nose tip to carefully sniff,

Continuing like this for a whole hour, a faint smell was detected.

Luo Di abruptly opened his eyes, as if he had discovered a childhood treasure, overjoyed.

However, just finding the general location isn't enough, he must find a way in. An active brain quickly seeks methods, memories flashing back two years.

Back to when he condensed divine status, entrusted with a heavy task by the Prison Director.

The lower edge of that appointment certificate bears the unique mark of the Prison Director.

He bit his finger, using his own blood to draw the same mark on the surface of the starship.

Then, it's waiting,

at the moment the starship is about to penetrate subspace, Luo Di quickly uses his left hand to modify the 'exit,' setting it to the area he smelled the malicious scent.

In the moment of crossing,

the blood-drawn array begins to shine.

A smile lingered on Luo Di's face, as if muttering an apology.

...

Inside the starship.

The cloth man has been guarding the bridge control room, ensuring no one comes to alter the data here, ensuring the navigation coordinates remain fixed at the edge of the star domain, fixed in the impossible-to-encounter tombs area 1.

With just one minute remaining,

The cloth man's long-time tension and discomfort finally relaxed, even feeling amused by his current state.

"Why am I nervous, it's just idle talk in the Edge World. Besides, I am a death row inmate's attendant, also assuming the identity of a lower-tier prisoner myself.

A cemetery even death row inmates can't find, how could I encounter it directly. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Let's pack up and prepare to go back. Hopefully, my good friend Luo Di will return alive. Of course, dying would be better, the Moon God should always remain imprisoned, hehe."

The cloth man glanced at the final countdown on the panel,

3,

2,

1,

Buzz.

Subspace navigation ends,

his body starts collapsing inward, as though the gaps between the cloth could connect him to outer space, could return to a specific moon phase area.

However,

when the cloth man completely crawls into his own gap, then emerges from the other end.

He finds himself not back at the anticipated Moon Death Star, still standing motionless in the original spot.

Confused, he tries again, the result is the same, unmoving.

"Space has been sealed?"

Just as the cloth man attempts to observe the outside of the starship… Boom! multiple explosions occur inside the ship, the hull completely ruptured.

Debris from the ship falls like a meteor.

Dust flying,

The cloth man wraps himself inside his skin, immune to any harm, ensuring safety before slowly emerging from the fragmented cabin.

In front of him is a huge, never-before-seen planet, the sky cloaked in a special black curtain, making it impossible to communicate with the outside, even contact with the moon is completely severed.

There is no air here, only death.

Alongside a thick malicious presence.

Even for a deity like the cloth man, even though he had long ceased to breathe,

just exposed to such an environment, his cloth strips began to fall and decay, he himself becoming irritable, inclined to commit extremely vile acts, wanting to peel everyone's skin.

But as a sliver of moonlight glides past the cloth strips, he quickly regained his mind.

His will had long been subjected to absolute, terrifying trials under the moonlight. Otherwise, he would have died along with the former Final Moon Scripture.

Buzz!

All his cloth strips begin to reflect light, forming a self-force field to isolate the outside.

Just as the cloth man is shocked by the region he has reached,

A violent impact comes,

The charred Hell Tyrant approaches him as if in a daze with slaughter intent…