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Chapter 200 The Fall of the Abyss-Level Fate Ghost!! (2 words, Update 25)

The words fell.

Apart from Jiang Wei.

Although Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan had not fully recovered and their faces still showed signs of fatigue from the battle.

But seeing Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei's actions, he immediately propped himself up and stood up without any further questions.

Just as Fang Qingyu and his group were about to leave this blood-soaked and devastated place...

A hand stained with blood and dirt suddenly reached out.

He was carrying a bulging tactical bag made of ghost skin.

Fang Qingyu paused slightly and looked up.

It was that tall, thin young man. His face was still pale, but his eyes held a strange kind of persistence.

He avoided Fang Qingyu's gaze, his eyes falling on the pile of remains of the dead ghosts beside him, and said in a somewhat stiff voice, "Take it."

Fang Qingyu did not move.

Seeing that he didn't take it, the tall, thin young man frowned even more, looking somewhat embarrassed, and his tone became a little irritated: "Inside are the core carapaces of those giant mandible ants and the forelimb blades of the Rippers! You did the most work, standing at the forefront and killing most of them, so these are what you deserve. I don't have the habit of taking advantage of others!"

His words seemed to be a signal.

Immediately afterwards, several more hands reached out.

Each bag was filled to the brim with the most valuable materials for the Fate Ghost that everyone had just quickly collected.

These people are all the pride of their respective families or martial arts schools, and they are usually arrogant and haughty.

It might be a little difficult for them to sincerely thank you at this moment.

But it's absolutely impossible for them to keep the spoils that rightfully belong to Fang Qingyu.

They have their own pride and principles.

Fang Qingyu looked at the bags in front of him, then glanced at the tired, complicated yet determined faces.

Understand what the other party means.

"Row."

Fang Qingyu nodded without any pretense of refusal, and gestured to Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan.

Chu Kuanglan grinned and replied in a muffled voice, "Alright!" He and Lu Jiuyuan stepped forward and unceremoniously took the heavy bags and hung them on their bodies.

"Then let's go first."

Fang Qingyu nodded to everyone, especially Ishigaki.

Immediately, he took Jiang Wei's small hand, and led Wei Banmeng and the other two, turning around and walking towards the huge opening that had been dug open, letting in the light of the sky.

The five figures nimbly climbed the rock face and disappeared into the light beyond the gap.

The cave fell silent again, with only the lingering smell of blood and the heavy breathing of the group remaining.

After a long while, someone looked in the direction where Fang Qingyu had disappeared and broke the silence with a wry smile: "I heard before that he killed the seriously injured Chosen One Sikong Zhen with a hammer. I thought he just got lucky or had some special means. I didn't expect the difference in skill to be so great."

This resonated with many.

“Who says otherwise?” Another young man leaning against the rock wall wiped his face, his expression a mixture of lingering fear and self-deprecation. “The elders at my martial arts school even told me to ‘take care’ of him if I had the chance, to deflate his arrogance. But this isn’t taking care of him; it’s practically sending me to my death!”

"That one man holding the line just now was simply inhuman."

The sense of relief at surviving the ordeal was somewhat overshadowed by the complex emotions brought about by the enormous disparity in strength.

Looking at the mountain of remains of the dead.
Recalling Fang Qingyu's rock-solid figure and destructive sword light, a sense of powerlessness and a faint sense of awe quietly grew in everyone's hearts.

On the lava hills.

Fang Qingyu and his group of five sped across the ravaged, dark red plain, chasing after the massive "earth wave" trail that was slowly subsiding on the distant horizon.

The air was filled with the stench of sulfur and blood, and the distant, sporadic wails of ghosts added to the desolation.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Wei Banmeng followed beside Fang Qingyu, her cool voice carrying a hint of doubt and concern. "We've all been quite exhausted, and we're not at our peak."

She wasn't questioning Fang Qingyu's decision, but rather wanted to know the reasons behind it.

While maintaining high-speed movement, Fang Qingyu explained in a deep voice, "The behavior of those ghostly hordes is very abnormal. It doesn't seem like a rout driven by fear, but more like a summoning or command."

He then paused, and used a more vivid analogy: "It's like a martial saint issuing a summons before his death, ordering his subordinates to retrieve his last possessions."

"Summoning? Command? Relic?" Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan instantly grasped the key information and exclaimed in unison, "Relics?!"

Fang Qingyu nodded: "It's just a possibility. We'll have to see for ourselves to know the specifics."

A bright light flashed in Wei Banmeng's eyes, and her previous doubts vanished, replaced by solemnity and a hint of excitement.

remains!

This is an opportunity that is absolutely more precious and rarer than the Primal Tide!
After all, no one knows exactly how many treasures a martial saint might possess.

No wonder Fang Qingyu was in such a hurry.

"Understood!"

She said no more, and her speed quietly increased again.

Soon, in just over ten minutes, they saw the "tail" of the ant colony.

It was a small group of stray rock-nest ants of various shapes and sizes, crawling slowly across the scorched earth, as if they had lost their leader.

And behind these fallen souls.

And further on the plains, even more shadowy figures appeared.

These people clearly shared the same idea as Fang Qingyu and his group, and were all moving rapidly in the direction the ant colony was heading.

Most of the faces were unfamiliar, but some were familiar from the materials on Project Hidden Dragon.

Wei Banmeng's sharp gaze swept over them, and she immediately pointed it out to Fang Qingyu in a low voice.

Yin Wujiu, representative of the Nine Nether Pavilion, Liu Qingyan of the Divine Firmament Academy, and others.
Among them were several people I had met before at the Eternal Night Pool.

And further ahead.

Several figures even exuded a powerful aura far exceeding that of the Profound Realm.

It stands out like a lighthouse in the night.

Fang Qingyu frowned slightly as he looked at the figures of the Grandmasters and Chosen Ones, and asked in a low voice, "This scale of the migration of Fate Ghosts seems to be heading towards the ruins. Why haven't we seen any Martial Saints or Apostles make a move? Shouldn't they be better able to seize the opportunity?"

Wei Banmeng was taken aback for a moment, then explained, "Since the incident three years ago, the space within the Abyss has become extremely unstable. The power of Martial Saints and Apostles is too immense; once they enter, it can easily trigger spatial turbulence or even local collapse, making the risk too great. Therefore, the highest level of active beings within the Abyss currently are Martial Arts Grandmasters and Chosen Ones. The few remaining Tier 3 experts are all stationed at several key nodes deep within the abyss, and they rarely move, much less come to the outer perimeter."

Fang Qingyu nodded thoughtfully.

So that's how it is. The spatial limitation on the intervention of forces at this level has ironically given these "lower-level" explorers a glimmer of hope.

Everyone had their own thoughts and did not interfere with each other.

Silently following behind the ant colony, they rapidly advanced towards the Wailing Wall.

The smell of sulfur in the air gradually faded, replaced by an indescribable aura of desolation and death, seemingly emanating from ancient times.

And mixed in with a trace.
A sense of decay and decay that chills the soul.

Just as they crossed a massive, black rock ridge that looked as if it had been cleaved by a giant axe...
Om-! ! !
A deep, resonant hum, seemingly echoing from the very depths of the soul, like the final lament of a dying beast, suddenly swept across the entire world!
In front.

The edge of a vast basin, seemingly torn apart by an invisible force.

Fang Qingyu, and everyone who tracked them down, witnessed for the first time what a "Yuanhai-level" life ghost was!
It was not the grotesque and terrifying form one might imagine.

It's more like a living mountain that's slowly collapsing!
The main body is larger than imagined, seemingly composed of countless dark, cracked black rocks and some kind of shell that shimmers with a dull metallic luster, its shape distorted and indescribable.

Part of its trunk is deeply embedded in the earth at the edge of the basin, as if it were rooted there.

Countless thick, withered tree-like segments extend from its massive trunk, piercing deep into the ground and supporting its terrifying body that almost touches the low-hanging leaden clouds.

These arthropods were also covered with cracks and signs of decay.

What is most chilling is that its massive carapace is covered with countless huge, deep wounds that reveal the bone!

Some of the wounds still retained violent energy fluctuations at their edges, as if they had been slashed by an unparalleled expert.

Some resembled natural decay and collapse, flowing out a dark purple fluid of light that shimmered with starlight.

It exudes a strong aura of decay and death.

These luminous fluids dripped onto the ground, corroding huge pits and sending up purple smoke carrying a strong sense of mental pollution.

Its head
Or rather, the head-like area is hidden beneath layers of broken carapace, with only a few enormous compound eyes, like shattered stars, vaguely visible.

The light within was dim and chaotic, filled with unspeakable pain and a fear of annihilation stemming from the very instinct of life.

It's too old, too huge, and too dilapidated!
It simply exists there.

It exudes a terrifying pressure that makes people want to kneel down.

That was an absolute sense of oppression possessed only by a Martial Saint, an Apostle-level being.

However, this oppressive aura was enough to make the heavens and earth pale in comparison.

At this moment, however, he was like a candle flickering in the wind, filled with indescribable weakness and a sense of impending death!
This is the being that Jiang Wei was referring to as "dying"!

A true "Abyss-level" life ghost, equivalent to the Martial Saint realm!
At this moment, it was in the final moments of its long and terrifying life. The dying cry, originating from the depths of its soul, struck the minds of every witness like an invisible hammer.

The edge of the basin was deathly silent.

All the members of Project Hidden Dragon who tracked them down were either the proud and arrogant Yin Wujiu and Liu Qingyan, or the calm and collected Shi Zhenyue and Mo Chen.

Or perhaps those grandmasters and chosen ones further ahead, radiating immense power.

At this moment, they all seemed to be frozen in place.

His face showed only a sense of fear and insignificance stemming from his very survival instincts.

Chu Kuanglan's mouth was agape, his bronze face stiff with muscles, his pupils contracted sharply, and his knuckles were white from clenching his fist, yet he could not utter a sound.

Lu Jiuyuan's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, the blade hanging low, as if even the courage to lift it had dissipated under the oppressive force of that enormous creature.

For the first time, an undisguised shock appeared in Wei Banmeng's usually cold eyes.

He instinctively gripped the Xuan Chi twin swords at his waist, but the icy touch couldn't dispel the heavy chill in his heart.

Fang Qingyu also felt an indescribable sense of oppression.

It felt as if the entire sky had collapsed, pressing heavily on my shoulders.

Under the pressure, the blood and qi in the body surged uncontrollably, like a small boat struggling in a storm.

I took a deep breath, forced myself to calm down, and fixed my gaze on that "living mountain".

Only Jiang Wei was by his side.

Although her face was taut and her clear eyes were filled with seriousness, she seemed to have a peculiar resistance to this level of pressure and did not lose her composure like the others.

That colossal, despair-inducing Abyssal Corpse-level Fate Demon.

Perhaps it could be called the Rock Nest Queen.

Its last embers of life are dying out at a visible rate.

Supporting its massive body, its segmented limbs, like those of a withered giant tree, groaned under the weight of its burden.

One of the thickest segments suddenly widened the crack on its surface, making a teeth-grinding "crack" sound, and then broke off from the middle!
Losing this crucial support, the massive, mountain-like body suddenly tilted to one side!

Boom——! ! !
The earth-shattering roar shook the entire basin!
Its enormous body crashed against the rock wall at the edge of the basin, and countless tons of black rock and fragments of its own decaying carapace tumbled down like an avalanche, stirring up clouds of dust.

The entire earth trembled violently, and the rocky ridge beneath their feet shook violently, with gravel falling in a flurry.

"Hold on!"

At the very front, a martial arts master named Tie Zhan roared, his voice like the clang of metal, trying to calm the others down.

But his own face looked extremely pale.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the Abyss-level Life Ghost did not completely collapse, but instead leaned against the rock wall in a strange posture.

The dark purple starlight flowing from the huge wounds on his body suddenly intensified.

Like the final gushing of a dying man, it exudes an even stronger, nauseating aura of decay and death.

Its compound eyes, with their few shattered starlight-like lights, flickered like candles in the wind, eventually fading completely into a deathly silence.

The terrifying pressure that enveloped the heavens and earth dissipated rapidly, like the receding tide.

All that remained was a desolate emptiness, a sense of the end of all things.

Then, something even stranger happened.

Its enormous body did not disintegrate or leave a physical form like ordinary ghosts.

The dark rocks and metallic shell that make up its body begin to dissolve and decompose at a speed visible to the naked eye!
It was as if the earth was gently embracing its returning child.

The hard shell, as if weathered by time, turned into fine sand, while the flowing dark purple starlight merged into the air, turning into specks of shimmering purple stardust.

The massive skeleton and supporting structure, like a salt sculpture sinking into water, silently melted, sank, and slowly disappeared into the scorched earth beneath its feet.

This process has a strange sense of rhythm.

It is not bloody, but rather full of a kind of ancient, sacred and melancholic sense of return.

"This is."

Chu Kuanglan finally regained his voice, which was hoarse with disbelief.

"Third-tier, or rather, 'Abyss Corpse Level' and above beings have fallen..." Wei Banmeng's voice rang out beside Fang Qingyu, carrying a hint of awe and understanding. She had obviously learned similar information from the ancient books of the Dragon Abyss Pavilion.

"The essence of their lives has become deeply intertwined with the rules of nature. When they perish completely, their remains will return to the land that nurtured them, like fallen leaves returning to their roots. Their bodies will decompose and blend into the environment, forming unique domains or relics."

"Among the things it left behind, the most precious are the core of life essence and rule fragments condensed in each layer, as well as the treasures that may be hidden within its body."

The moment Wei Banmeng finished speaking.

The enormous body completely disintegrated, and the last remnant merged into the earth at the edge of the basin.

No huge remains were left at the scene.

Instead, there was an enormous, deep, and dark cave entrance.

The cave entrance is extremely irregular in shape, with traces of dissolved rock remaining on its edges. It exudes a peculiar smell that is rich and mixed with the earthy smell, metallic rust, and faint starlight, as if it leads directly to the Earth's core.

The inside of the cave was pitch black.

But there was a faint, strange energy fluctuation emanating from it, carrying a primitive, wild, and alluring aura.

This is the entrance to the ruins.

A special space "opened up" by the life essence and remains of a demigod of the Abyss level when it returned to the world!
Om-! ! !
Almost at the same instant the entrance to the ruins took shape!

The rock nest army ants, which had been in a daze and stagnant state due to the fall of their queen, were suddenly driven mad as if they had been whipped by an invisible whip!
Their compound eyes burst forth with a scarlet light, their mouthparts emitted a piercing hiss, and they fearlessly surged toward the newly formed, enormous hole.

Like a flood bursting its banks, they surged forward, densely packed, forming a terrifying "ant pillar" made up of countless deadly spirits, frantically pouring into the deep entrance of the ruins!
"Entrance complete! Charge!"

"The opportunity is right in front of us!"

"We can't let the ghost of fate get there first!"

The masters and chosen ones at the very front reacted the fastest.

Almost the instant the ant colony went berserk, they also moved.

Once the Grandmaster God made a move, how could the Transcendent Martial Artists behind him hold back any longer?
"go!"

"quick!"

"Follow!"

In an instant, figures flashed by, each displaying their unique abilities. Everyone burst forth at their fastest speed, like moths drawn to a flame, rushing recklessly toward the entrance to the ruins that exuded an alluring aura.

The scene instantly descended into utter chaos!

Fang Qingyu and his group of five remained where they had climbed over the rock ridge, and did not immediately rush down.

"Qingyu?" Wei Banmeng looked at Fang Qingyu with a questioning look in her eyes.

Fang Qingyu's gaze swept over the chaotic entrance.

He watched as countless ghosts and human warriors poured into the deep cave entrance like dumplings being dropped into a pot, his eyes chillingly calm.

"No rush," Fang Qingyu said in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings of the entrance. "Let them and those ghosts of fate clear the way first."

He paused for a moment, then looked at his teammates and said, "The situation inside the ruins is unclear. Rushing to the front might not be a good idea. Let's wait until this most chaotic wave of collisions has passed before we go in."

Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan exchanged a glance and nodded.

They had always been extremely convinced of Fang Qingyu's judgment.

Jiang Wei nodded her head silently.

Wei Banmeng instantly understood Fang Qingyu's intention.

With the entrance to the ruins just opened, it will inevitably be filled with the most ferocious hordes of spirits and the most eager human warriors, making the conflicts and dangers the most intense.

Falling slightly behind and avoiding the initial onslaught allows for a more composed approach to what follows.

"Alright!" Wei Banmeng gripped the Xuan Chi twin blades tightly, her eyes regaining their composure.

The five people stood on the rocky ridge like lurking cheetahs.

Calmly looking down at the chaotic and frantic "abyss" scene below.

Until the surging ant swarm and the first wave of humans disappeared into the depths of the cave entrance, the surging ghosts and human figures at the entrance thinned considerably. The chaotic roars and sounds of colliding energy seemed to be partially swallowed by the cave entrance, becoming muffled and distant.
"Now! Let's go!"

Fang Qingyu let out a low shout, and his figure transformed into a streak of purple and white lightning, shooting down the steep slope of the rock ridge towards the huge entrance to the ruins like an arrow released from a bow!

Wei Banmeng and the other two followed closely behind, while Jiang Wei was enveloped by Fang Qingyu's energy and kept up steadily.

The five people moved like five swift streaks of light across the edge of the ravaged basin.

In an instant, it disappeared into the entrance of the ruins formed from the life essence of the Abyss-level Life Ghost!

The light in front of me suddenly disappeared.

A darker, more intense darkness, carrying the stench of decay from the depths of the earth and strange energy fluctuations, instantly engulfed them.

(End of this chapter)