Novel Full Chapter 404 - 553: Dark Demon Realm
Chapter 404: Chapter 553: Dark Demon Realm
The first layer of the Demon Suppression Abyss, the Dark Demon Realm, seems like a piece of rotten flesh gouged out forcefully, embedded at the deepest part of the abyss.
The darkness here is thicker than in other areas of the Demon Abyss, as if it can trap light, with even the light from magic and spiritual energy only managing to tear through a few inches before being devoured.
Underfoot is sticky black soil, sinking half an inch when stepped on, and mixed with the crunch of broken bones, one might occasionally kick against rusted armor fragments—the relics of past intruders.
Ghosts are more agitated here than elsewhere, shrouded in gray-black mist, clashing amidst the ruins. When they hit something solid, they burst into countless light points, only to regroup in an instant. Skeletons are no longer scattered bones but form columns of bone soldiers, patrolling with broken spears in the black fog, their eye sockets containing soul fires that flicker intermittently, their steps as orderly as if driven by invisible whips.
From deeper within, a dull heartbeat resonates, not the pulse of the living, but the echo of demonic qi reverberating in a giant cavern.
Occasionally, a shadow sweeps past the cave ceiling, the sickly wind it raises causing the ghosts to shrink back into balls of dread—that is the shadow demon that has lurked here for millennia.
In the first layer of the Demon Suppression Abyss, every place has battle groups stationed, except here, which is a forbidden zone.
After all, in a place with no light, the darkness seeps into thoughts like ink, causing unexplained agitation, suspicion and dread, making one feel as though something is breathing behind them even when alone—it is difficult for even the strongest spiritualist to withstand the pervasive psychological erosion.
Buzz—
In the darkness, a figure appeared without warning, like a silhouette wrung out from thick black ink.
His appearance did not stir the slightest ripple, with no spatial ripples or aura leakage, and even the ghosts crashing into the broken walls several meters away remained oblivious.
“Finally arrived.”
Qin Tian lifted his eyes to survey the surroundings, a spectral light dancing in his pupils.
The Night Demon King bloodline had fully activated the moment he stepped into this demon realm, and the darkness not only didn’t weaken his perception but wrapped around his body like the most obedient armor—his night vision ability made the surroundings clearer than daylight, and every speck of floating dust and every crack in the bones were visible in minute detail; his keen sense spread like a spider web, presenting everything within a hundred kilometers in his mind, even the flow of demonic qi was clearly discernible.
For him, this place was not a devouring forbidden zone but a home field where his combat power could surge several times.
From the Infernal Demon Sea to the Dark Demon Realm, even though he had continuously opened Void Gates to hurry, it took him half a day.
The gradual thinning of fire elements along the way and the increasingly dense dark aura had long stirred the dark spiritual energy within him.
At this moment, the rich dark elements pouring into every fiber of his being caused Qin Tian’s pores to slightly open, emitting a silent sigh of comfort, like a parched sponge encountering a clear spring, feeling a sense of ease and fluidity.
He raised his hand, brushing past a wisp of drifting black fog, the dark spiritual energy at his fingertips touched the fog, and the distant ghosts seemed to sense something, turning blankly in this direction, only to see nothing but impenetrable darkness—Qin Tian’s aura had long merged with this demon realm, becoming a part of the darkness itself.
“This is the place.” Qin Tian’s lips curled into a faint smile, the spectral light in his eyes growing more intense.
Since he was here, he wasn’t in a hurry to strengthen his bloodline; first, he would take a tour and gather some interesting talents.
Just then, his chest suddenly felt a slight heat, and a ghost emitting a green glow emerged from the necklace, none other than Karsas.
“Heh heh, I like this place,”
Karsas’s skeletal face split into a grim arc, the soul fire in his eye sockets leaping fiercely.
As soon as he appeared, he sensed the massive group of wandering ghosts nearby, the various soul auras making him like a shark smelling blood, exuding a strong desire.
With a flick of his wrist, his bone sickle cut a cold arc through the darkness.
Dozens of ghosts wandering aimlessly ahead were suddenly cut in two, transforming into wisps of pale blue soul power that, as if drawn, poured into the Ten Thousand Souls Record he held. As the pages turned, they issued a soft rustling sound, as if rejoicing in a new harvest.
Qin Tian paid no mind to these weak ghosts; relying on the Night Demon King bloodline’s powerful perception, he had long locked onto more valuable targets.
“Let’s go.”
Before Qin Tian’s words were finished, he activated spatial flicker with Karsas, and in the next second, they appeared on a hill dozens of kilometers away.
Before they were stable, the scene below unfolded before their eyes—a small hill made of piled white bones, upon which sat a demon whose entire body was rotting.
Its withered hand held tightly onto a white bone magic staff, with an eerie green crystal stone embedded at the top, emitting a sinister glow.
Around it, ghouls, night demons, skeleton commanders, and other demonic creatures patrolled back and forth, numbering in the tens of thousands, with aura fluctuations ranging from Tier Two to Tier Five, forming a chilling herd of demons.
Although Qin Tian and Karsas had already done their utmost to hide their aura, at the moment they appeared, the demonic mage sitting on the bone hill suddenly whipped its head around, its rotting face turning towards the hill’s summit.
In the next heartbeat, a terrifying momentum from within its body erupted, the unique oppressive force of a Tier Six demon surging like a tangible black cloud, crashing towards Qin Tian and Karsas.
Seeing this, Qin Tian remained calm, even curling his lips into a slight smile.
Ever since entering the Demon Suppression Abyss, the Tier Six demons that perished at his hands were numerous, more than he could count, and a mere Tier Six demonic mage no longer posed a threat to him.
Boom!
In an instant, a dense, ink-like dark aura burst forth from Qin Tian’s body, spreading outwards like a tidal wave.
The already pitch-black demon realm seemed to be drenched in deeper ink, with an oppressive atmosphere suffusing the air.
“Demon King Domain—Open!”
With Qin Tian’s low shout, an invisible domain unfolded centered around him.
The body of the demonic mage shuddered violently, its senses becoming sluggish and blurred as if a stone had been thrown into a mire, and the demonic qi roiling inside it became abruptly sluggish.
The tens of thousands of surrounding demons were thrown into chaos—ghouls clawed the ground in terror, whimpering with fear; night demons charged blindly, only to be rebounded by an invisible force at the domain’s edge; the weapons in the skeleton commanders’ hands clattered to the ground, their soul flames flickering violently as if on the verge of being extinguished.
Bang!
In the next instant, a muffled explosion tore through the chaos. The demon mage’s head exploded without warning, like a watermelon smashed with a heavy hammer, rotting brain matter mixed with black blood splattered, sizzling onto the bone hill.
However, as the corpse toppled, the eerie green crystal stone atop the white bone magic staff suddenly burst forth with a dazzling glow, and a translucent spirit broke free from the body, still clutching the staff, its hollow eye sockets full of terror, scanning its surroundings in bewilderment.
Swoosh—
At that moment, a large hand covered in dark spiritual energy materialized out of thin air, seizing the magic staff like a robber, forcibly wrestling it from the spirit’s grasp.
Immediately afterward, black flames ignited around the spirit’s body, appearing peaceful yet carrying the terrifying power to scorch a soul.
“Ah—!!!”
The spirit let out a shrill scream, the sound sharp and ear-piercing as if it could pierce through one’s eardrums.
It desperately channeled soul power to suppress the black flames, yet the pure soul energy, upon contact with the black flames, was like fuel added to a raging fire, causing the flames to burn even more fiercely. The black flames rapidly spread along the spirit body, leaving a charred, burnt soul smell lingering in the air.
Within just a dozen seconds, the spirit was burned to ashes, leaving only a cluster of pure soul energy hovering in midair, like flickering fireflies, inhaled in one breath by Qin Tian, and completely absorbed into his body.
With the death of the Tier Six demon, the remaining tens of thousands of demonic creatures within Qin Tian’s Demon King Domain were akin to pigs and sheep awaiting slaughter, utterly drained of the strength to resist.
Qin Tian and Karsas immediately loosened their restraints, unleashing carnage upon the horde of demons.
Qin Tian’s figure flickered, each spatial jump accompanied by scores of falling demons, where the sound of bones cracking and wails echoed in succession; Karsas’s soul scythe transformed into a gray-white stream of light, each swing reaping a large number of spirits, shattering them and collecting them into the Ten Thousand Souls Record, with the sound of its pages turning especially clear amidst the chaos.
The shrieks, screams, and roars intertwined into a symphony of despair, echoing across the dark demon realm, but gradually, these sounds weakened, like the tide receding, until they finally fell into silence.