Crow in the West, starting to evolve from the plundering entry

Chapter 308 The Mystery of the Lich
"Who are you?"

The faint voice seemed to come from nothingness, yet it also seemed to resonate in Yu Qiye's heart, causing him to tremble.

At this moment, time and space seem to stand still.

"I am Yu Qiye of the demon race, paying my respects to the Sage."

Yu Qiye suppressed the shock in his heart and introduced himself.

"Oh? You're that little golden crow? You dare come looking for me?"

The voice, seemingly smiling yet not quite, carried a hint of amusement, but an indescribable chill permeated the air.

It was oppressive and suffocating.

Even the circulation of demonic power within his body became extremely obscure.

"This is what a saint is like."

Even a fleeting glimpse of his aura seemed to freeze one's soul.

terror.

It was even more terrifying than he had imagined.

"Exactly."

Yu Qiye responded, and then added another sentence.

“This time, I have come to seek out the sage because I have something to report.”

"Is something wrong?"

The woman in palace attire, hidden in the shadows, raised an eyebrow.

She hadn't expected that this little guy would actually dare to come looking for her.

They even found the primordial vortex.

However, what intrigues her even more now is something else.

What could possibly be so important that this little guy is going to such lengths?
"Your Majesty, what should we do next?"

A woman standing nearby asked.

"I'll ask him myself."

As she spoke, the woman in palace attire looked at Yu Qiye.

Her gaze seemed to transcend time and space, landing on Yu Qiye.

The next moment, Yu Qiye felt dizzy and disoriented.

When he came to his senses again, he found himself in an extremely unfamiliar space.

This place was shrouded in white mist, resembling a giant sphere.

And in that very place, there was a figure with his back to him.

This figure was hazy and illusory.

Yet her figure is extremely slender and beautiful.

However, upon closer inspection, Yu Qiye was shocked.
The dark robe hung down, its hem seemingly immersed in the River of Oblivion, with the wailing of the dead flowing from every fold.

Her long hair was not tied up, and the ends of her hair seemed to be thousands of strands of ghostly energy.

Moreover, looking at that figure from behind, Yu Qiye seemed to see his past and present lives, and the cycle of birth and death.

Have you seen enough?

The soft voice, tinged with a hint of laughter, startled Yu Qiye from his daze.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Following a series of responses, Yu Qiye immediately apologized:

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty. I was careless and fell into it."

"You're not bad, at least you managed to get out."

As she spoke, the woman in palace attire couldn't help but sigh:
"Even if many Ronaldo saw it, they might not be able to get out."

"really."

Nodding, Yu Qiye also acknowledged this.

If it weren't for his perfected soul and the support of numerous powerful affinities, he would probably have been deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate himself.

"You said you have something to report to me?"

Suddenly, the woman in palace attire spoke up and asked.

"Yes."

At this point, Yu Qiye added:
"To be precise, it's not that I have something important to report, but that I have something to show Your Majesty."

"what?"

Houtu became even more curious.

How dare you seek her in the form of a golden crow?

They went even deeper into the Ruins of Guixu.

It must be something very important.

"Your Majesty, please take a look."

As he spoke, Yu Qiye pointed a finger at the void.

"boom"

With a sudden roar, the entire world trembled.

In a daze, a faint chime sounded.

And at that very moment, Houtu saw it.
I saw it; ripples spread across the sky, as if a scroll were unfolding.

Deep within the painting, two figures stood facing each other.

Together they resembled ancient demons.

But this figure was already severely injured. His ten-thousand-foot-tall body was covered in cracks, but what flowed was not blood, but the turbid Yellow Spring of the Earthly Fiends.

Large areas were charred black.

It seemed as if it had been scorched by an earth-shattering flame.

Another figure, with wings on his back, half of his wings were tattered and his royal robe was torn, but the sun god pattern between his eyebrows was still burning as brightly as ever.

"Brother Taiichi"

Even Houtu Niangniang was moved as she stared blankly at the scene.

Those eyes, which were originally calm and still, now had a glint of light in them.

"My Wu tribe has been defeated."

The ancient demon laughed loudly, but his voice was filled with indescribable sorrow.

He looked down at his feet. There were probably hundreds of millions of Wu Clan corpses.

"You have lost, but haven't we also lost?"

With a bitter laugh, the figure, seemingly Donghuang, gazed towards a distant corner.

There, a large black bird split in two, unleashing a raging inferno that engulfed the continent.

That was Di Jun's corpse.

It was forcibly torn apart by the Ancestral Witch.

In exchange, several Ancestral Witches were also killed by the Eastern Emperor.
So, does that mean we've all lost?

Seemingly aware that his days were numbered, this ancestral witch also sighed.

"They've all lost, they've all lost."

Then, Donghuang changed the subject and frankly said:
"But we didn't lose to each other, we lost to outsiders."

"outsider?"

The distant Ancestral Witch raised an eyebrow.

"Haven't you seen it yet? Someone is plotting against our Lich and Demon races."

"And now, with both our races severely weakened, that's exactly what they want to see."

Listening quietly, the ancestral witch fell silent.

Complete silence.

He looked at the countless corpses of liches around him, and then at the distant site where the ancestral witches had fallen.

"Who is it? Who dares to plot against us?"

A long howl, like a thunderclap across the sky.

The terrifying pressure swept in all directions.

At that moment, the world fell silent.

At that moment, the sun and moon trembled together.

Deep within the mysterious space, the silence was suffocating.

Even Yu Qiye didn't dare to speak.

However, for some reason, Yu Qiye felt as if the entire mysterious space had entered a cold winter.

A chilling coldness seeped into my bones.

And at this moment,
"Where did you come from?"

"Your Majesty, as you probably know, I possess the inheritance of the Eastern Emperor."

Yu Qiye frankly stated.

"So, this is something contained in the Eastern Emperor's legacy."

"Exactly."

In response, Yu Qiye also raised his eyes, looked at Houtu Niangniang's back, and continued:
“I know this matter is of great importance and dare not conceal it, so I have come here specifically to report to Your Majesty.”

"Do you know who's plotting this behind the scenes?"

Suddenly, the Empress changed the subject and asked a question.

"."

Yu Qiye fell silent.

He knew perfectly well who was plotting against him.
Can you be more explicit?
"Yes"

Yu Qiye was about to respond.

But at this moment, Houtu Niangniang raised her hand and stopped her:

"You don't need to say anything."

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire space trembled, as if it were about to shatter.

"Your Majesty."

Yu Qiye looked astonished.

But the figure not far away had already disappeared, leaving only more mist swirling around.

"Go back, this is not a place for you."

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, Yu Qiye did not hesitate and decisively turned around and flew away into the distance.

Just as Yu Qiye left, two figures appeared in the white mist.

One of them is naturally the Yellow Springs, also known as the Earth Goddess Houtu.

The other figure was Ah Yue, the maid who had followed Houtu for many years.

(End of this chapter)