Chapter 1231 - 886: Journey to the Abyss

Chapter 1231: Chapter 886: Journey to the Abyss

The stone cavern was vast, clearly dug out by hand. Dense patterns were carved into the stone walls, and from those runes seeped an ancient, dark power.

At the center of the cavern stood a sculpture dozens of meters tall. Hundreds of Beastmen in black robes knelt devoutly around it, chanting obscure, unintelligible incantations. Wisps of black qi rose from their bodies as a black Array surfaced on the ground, like some kind of evil summoning ritual.

"Boom!"

An overwhelming, terrifying surge of energy instantly blasted open the stone gate. Layer upon layer of seals shattered like paper, and the Beastmen guarding outside were all sent flying to the ground.

Amid the billowing dust, a lean, tall figure slowly walked out.

The man’s long silver hair flowed like a vast snowfall. His face was handsome and ice?cold, his purple phoenix eyes carrying the chill of a glacier. As he looked at the believers hiding in the cavern, it was as if he were looking at corpses.

"Damn it, he still found this place."

"Even Lord An Yu couldn’t stop him. Just how powerful is this man?"

"We absolutely can’t let him break in! This is our last stronghold, the one hidden in the deepest shadows, where the secrets of the Abyss are kept... Even if everyone dies here today, we must stop him!"

"Everyone draw your weapons, attack together!"

They surged forward like a black tide, charging at him in a frenzy.

"A trapped beast’s struggle, overestimating yourselves." Xue Yinzhou’s purple eyes shimmered with a demonic light, and his advancing steps did not falter in the slightest.

He lifted his pale, slender hand. The aura around him grew more sinister and domineering as black?purple mist condensed into thousands upon thousands of threads that instantly pierced through their bodies, pinning them in midair, unable to move!

Xue Yinzhou seemed still not satisfied. His palm twisted, and the threads coiled around their throats and limbs like snakes, severing them in an instant. Vast sprays of blood mist exploded in the air with "bang, bang, bang" like fireworks, accompanied by waves of shrill, miserable screams!

The Black Fog surged out, like an excited gluttonous beast opening its maw wide, swallowing all the fresh corpses into its belly and chewing with great relish.

In the blink of an eye, the Black Fog devoured the Abyss power within those black?clad men. The fog grew denser, its shrouded range expanding until the entire cavern was enveloped within it.

Xue Yinzhou’s expression was gloomy and ice?cold, his dark?purple eyes like snow and ice that would never melt. He walked up to the gigantic sculpture being worshiped, raised his head to look at its blurred face, and his gaze was one of disdain. The corners of his thin lips curled into a faint, scornful smile. "This is the statue of the God of Abyss? Hidden so deep, and I still found it."

Countless black blades condensed in midair and crashed down toward that towering, imposing statue.

The next instant, the statue suddenly erupted with a blinding radiance.

Xue Yinzhou instinctively raised his arm to shield his eyes, but in his ears there suddenly came a cacophony of beatings and curses, wails and cries, mixed with nauseating, lewd laughter.

His expression froze for a moment. He slowly lowered his hand, and when he saw the scene before him clearly, a fleeting daze crossed his features.

In a dark, shadowy room, more than a dozen iron cages the height of a man were stacked together, some already rusting. Each cage held a young boy, as well as Beastman children who looked no older than ten.

Their clothes were hunched and ragged, their hair matted and filthy. Most of them were covered in wounds of varying depth, yet without exception, their features were delicate and pretty.

These were all lowly slaves sold to the Slave Market.

To make money, the Slave Market would typically cooperate with certain pleasure houses; sometimes the two were merely front and back ends of the same den of filth. They specifically picked out those young Beastmen with delicate, pretty looks, training them into妓兽 and sending them to such establishments to serve the high?ranking nobles who came to indulge themselves.

They would even deliberately select top?grade beauties in the making, and from a young age have them observe and learn the acts of serving in bed. Once fully trained, they would be sold at high prices to nobles with special fetishes as lovers and bed slaves, reaping obscene profits.

In a cage tucked away in a corner was a thin, silver?haired boy.

Heavy chains were wrapped around both his hands and feet. His whole body was filthy, but for all his wretched, bedraggled state, his exquisitely beautiful features could not be hidden. His purple eyes were strangely ghostly as he glared viciously toward the doorway, his gaze ferocious and ice?cold, carrying a cruelty far beyond his age.

From the doorway came the hushed whispers of the Steward and the others.

"Heh, heh, this time we really caught a rare prize. Look at that little face—when he grows up, he’ll definitely be a peerless beauty."