Trials of the Abyss-Chapter 476: It Was You!

"It's only a sword. No one's even wielding it," Xuan Ying said with a cold smile.

Silver scales suddenly wrapped her body, forming a natural armor that covered her entirely.

This innate demonic armor, which she could summon or dismiss at will, restored her to her peak battle strength whenever it appeared.

She only dared to reveal her true identity with the armor because a Great Demon God had assured her that no powerhouses from the Demon Sect would enter the Demon Abyss.

Everything that transpired within the Demon Abyss would remain entirely unknown to the outside world.

The Great Demon God had also informed her that no Immortal Realm cultivators were present in the Demon Abyss and that the few Nirvana Realm cultivators still present would soon leave.

With the Demon Abyss empowering, Xuan Ying charged freely at the Abyssal Demon Sword, serrated blade in hand.

Whoosh!

The dense greenish-black demonic light moved in harmony with her swing.

Behind her, a demonic figure manifested from the demonic light.

This demonic figure was tall and slender with enormous bone wings on its back. It moved as if ready to seize the Abyssal Demon Sword and claim it as its own.

A strand of a Demon God's divine consciousness, channeled from the starry skies through the massive purple demonic stone, silently infused itself into the shadowy demonic figure.

"Qing Ji!" the black-gold sword roared in recognition. "Qing Ji! So, you've become a Demon God as well! You dare to strike against me?"

Clang!

A streak of blade light struck the black-gold sword, sending it spinning off into the distance.

The demonic figure, Qing Ji, silently pursued the sword, seemingly intent on entering its inner world to confront the Abyssal Demon's soul.

Xuan Ying's cold eyes flickered with astonishment. "This demonic stone can channel the divine consciousness of a Demon God..."

Demonic patterns spread across the surface of her serrated blade, and the urgings of various Demon Gods became louder and more persistent. They demanded she pursue the Abyssal Demon Sword and assist Qing Ji in destroying the soul within.

After mulling it over, she calmly let her serrated blade fall to the ground.

Sitting within the dense, sea-like greenish-black demonic light, she then tried to establish a connection with the demonic stone using her soul, seeking to unravel its mysteries.

When she entered a meditative state, her consciousness was drawn into the demonic stone and she was plunged into a foreign realm.

The serrated demonic blade beside her trembled as the demonic patterns on its surface surged chaotically. Great Demon Gods called out urgently through the blade, but Xuan Ying could no longer hear them.

Elsewhere, the shadowy figure of Qing Ji chased the Abyssal Demon Sword further and further from the demonic stone.

The farther he went, the fainter and more insubstantial he became, until he finally became nothing more than a powerless illusion.

"Qing Ji! You were once my subordinate, and now you dare turn against me after ascending to the rank of a Demon God?" the Abyssal Demon raged.

The black-gold sword stopped its escape, slicing through the air with a powerful strike and shattering Qing Ji's bone-winged figure into fragments.

A strand of divine consciousness fled from Qing Ji's dispersing fragments with a furious shriek, "Xuan Ying, where are you? You were supposed to assist me in dealing with him!"

Qing Ji was disadvantaged because Xuan Ying had chosen not to wield the serrated demonic blade to charge alongside him.

The figure Qing Ji had constructed with his divine consciousness and demonic energy was ultimately just an illusion. Only Xuan Ying could destroy the sword itself, allowing Qing Ji to exploit the opening and annihilate the Abyssal Demon.

However, as Xuan Ying did not follow the Demon Gods' orders to pursue, Qing Ji had no chance to act and was forced to retreat the way he came.

The Abyssal Demon did not hesitate to give chase to the fleeing Qing Ji.

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When the black-gold sword reached the massive purple demonic stone, the Abyssal Demon noticed Xuan Ying lost in meditation as she attempted to unravel the stone's mysteries.

"A genius of the Demon Scale Race, just like I was in my time, blindly following the Demon Gods' commands, foolishly believing she'll gain everything.

"Perhaps letting her uncover the secrets of the demonic stone and learn about my story will shake her supposedly unshakable resolve."

The Abyssal Demon Sword refrained from approaching the demonic stone or showing any hostility toward Xuan Ying.

He observed quietly, gaze drifting over the demonic patterns on her serrated blade. Each pattern corresponded to a specific Demon God or Great Demon God.

The Abyssal Demon recognized them all at a glance.

Among them was a particular greenish-black pattern that exuded an aura of unparalleled malevolence, gradually transforming into a grotesque lotus platform adorned with bone spikes.

He Motian!

***

Outside of the Demon Abyss, the Sect Master of the Demon Sect, Xiang Shengwei, stepped out of the secret chamber.

Sending several messages through a demonic talisman, he instructed all branch leaders to forbid any disciples from entering the Demon Abyss in the near future.

The ground in a grand hall used for issuing orders and convening elders split open to reveal a greenish-black lotus platform.

Xiang Shengwei descended onto the lotus platform with a smile devoid of humanity, hands weaving complex seals.

The corrupting power that distorted minds and incited malevolence seeped out of the Demon Abyss.

Invisible waves of sinister energy rapidly spread across the Demon Abyss Continent.

Disciples of major sects, members of noble families, and refugees from the Fourth and Third Worlds started clashing over trivial matters.

Old grudges flared as long-dormant seeds of hatred grew, culminating in bloodshed.

Minor conflicts spread like wildfire across the Demon Sect, the Black Valley Sect, and all human-occupied regions of the continent.

Cultivators and non-cultivators alike descended into an uncontrollable frenzy.

Slaughter and death swept across the Demon Abyss Continent like an unstoppable tide.

***

Within the ruined city, Pang Jian finally finished refining the heart of the Rank Eight Flame Dragon.

He stopped cultivating the Primeval Demon Fusion Art and frowned as he looked ahead.

A familiar figure swiftly came into view.

The newcomer wore a moon-white robe. Her graceful curves swayed elegantly as she moved and she exuded infinite beauty and poise.

"Ying Yue..." Pang Jian muttered under his breath.

As he was in his true appearance, he pretended not to recognize her and feigned confusion.

A short distance away, Li Jie leaned against the Qilin Bell, sipping green fruit juice out of boredom as he waited for Pang Jian to finish.

When he saw Ying Yue approaching, Li Jie grew alert. "Who is she? Pang Jian, do you know her?"

Pang Jian shook his head. "I don't."

"If you don't know her, then why does she look like she's here to kill you?" Li Jie scratched his head, instinctively shrinking back into the Qilin Bell. "I don't know her, so I'm hiding just in case."

He could feel her hostility and suspected she had come seeking revenge. Not wanting to be a burden, he wisely chose to stay out of the way.

"Pang Jian of the Sword Pavilion!" Moon God Ying Yue said through gritted teeth.

She did not care about the mysteries of the demonic stone, frosty gaze piercing through Pang Jian like icy arrows.

"It was you!" she accused.

Pang Jian hurriedly denied, "It wasn't me."

"It was you!"