Shankarabi and Taliliqi disappeared for a day. It didn't take much to think about it, but they knew that they were dealing with the withering of Naruf's soul.
Yicha set up an ecological dome for Whitetail that was similar to the environment of the main material plane, and then returned to the study, quietly wrote down two articles that he had pondered in his mind during the recent trip, and sent them to the Yuhengzhe Garden.
In the afternoon, he went alone to observe the situation near Ximundigan, and by the way, he personally experienced the drastic changes in hell that Naruf said.
The floating island manor of the Knowledge-Seeking Devil is located in a remote place. The edge of the floating island is connected to the main land by a large piece of suspended gravel that looks like a star belt. If you walk from the ground, you need to pass through an arch bridge with a width of about 7,000 feet, and then go to the main land. Outside is a vast expanse of sandy wilderness, with desolate swamps cutting off the excitement.
Generally speaking, if there are no guests specifically visiting, you will not be able to see traces of other demons in the gathering area until the shallow flames where the ground fire surges.
According to the previous letters from Naruf and Shankarabi, a workshop market is rising at the star intersection of the plains, on the original site of the arena.
However, far from reaching the area they described,&nbp;&nbp;when I checked, I saw a lot of scenes that were different from the past.
The originally empty wilderness was lined with circular buildings that looked like black crowns in an endless series. This should be the "factory" mentioned by the members of the Fallen Angel Order before.
The number of demons was far greater than he had previously imagined. He had only seen such a grand scene during a routine legion review. The flying demons swarmed like giant jackdaws, roaring in unison as they passed by, their dark wings nearly blacking out the sky.
There is a very dense flow of magic on the ground near the star intersection.
Looking towards the hub where they were coming and going, I could see that the original arena and the newly built small market mentioned by Naruf had become a huge fortress with six floors on the outside and six floors on the inside, like a grand ceremony celebrating the end of the world. Cake, piled up in layers. Each level is surrounded by a circle of decorated arches, through which a large number of demons enter and exit.
Two magic ships that have only been seen in fantasy works hang high on the top of the fortress, and another one in the distance is approaching here, extremely fast.
A thick fountain of blood sprayed along the hexagonal edges of the central ring of the fortress, and finally gathered in the red lake in the shape of a six-pointed star in the center. There are many demons bathing and talking in Chihu. The three-headed blood demon stepped lightly on the thick and smooth ripples in the middle of the lake, dancing naked.
This kind of luxurious scene was something he could only see near the Cup of Darkness where the Demon King usually resided.
There are six magma pools mixed in between the six-pointed blood stars. The edges are all trimmed with smooth and traceless obsidian. It is surrounded by an orange fire wall that looks very warm and suitable. A crocodile-shaped demon passed through the wall of fire, roared loudly and comfortably, shook off a few palm-sized gray scales, and jumped into the magma pool.
laughing out loud.
The sound of joy is like a drum.
Daytime. But the flames are dazzling.
Apart from the six-stringed and six-beat bone-crushing symphony that can be heard from afar (by the way, this was originally exclusively provided by the Demon King, and it was extremely difficult to select and train qualified musicians among the original Demons), someone was actually reciting poetry loudly. .
The sonorous and powerful verses floated straight to his ears.
What a picture of joy, joy, and progress in hell that inspires the devil's heart. Yi Cha thought.
If it weren't for the ancient magic eagles in the original arena, they would have been replaced by six thin, branched towers like snakes. The top of the tower sprays out a fine mist of soul energy like a lotus pod.
Soul energy.
He could see the intricate flow of soul energy at a glance.
All of this is driven by soul energy. Most of the extravagant and complicated scenes in front of us were quickly constructed using soul energy. Although the power of ultimate chaos improves the overall strength and wisdom of demons, it also requires a process and specific means to gradually produce changes.
Now they seem to have found a shortcut.
The energy supply of Comeniti's timed soul torrent, coupled with the soul technology from Wei Jia Mo, became this specific method.
The demons lived a new life at high speed with their newfound tolerance, cooperation and development.
A new life out of place in the midst of collapse. Let him, a returnee, be a misfit in his new life.
Of course you can convince me. King Zileunus. Yi Cha thought.
The thin tower of soul energy sprays an ominous mist.
He remembered the appearance of this special bifurcated thin tower and flew towards the Shimundigan area that was formerly the Foul Spot Nest and is now occupied by the Waigamon.
Sure enough, he saw more along the way.
…
The closer you get to the Himundigan area, the denser the serpent-like thin towers become. Stepping onto the edge of the Filthy Spot's Nest, the entire environment changes.
It's not as lively as the outside world here. Suddenly there was no demon in sight. It seems reasonable. Since it is necessary to establish a national border, residents of both sides will naturally not be allowed to pass through it at will.
But I didn't see the ancient abyss creature, Vegamon.
Except for the continuous soul energy tower, the Filthy Spot Nest is as desolate as yesterday.
However, the pus and insect cysts flowing on the ground have shrunk, and the filthy air is still there, but it is mixed with a large amount of soul energy, and is only faintly visible.
The land is dry and cracked. The gray whirlwind suddenly surged out of thin air and came towards us, and then spun back and dissipated within a few seconds.
After passing through the border of the gray whirlwind, I found a pale gate that appeared out of thin air. There is no end in sight either upward or to the left or right.
The mouth of the abyss. Such thoughts suddenly came to his mind.
The mouth of the abyss that any creature will pass through when falling into purgatory. Physical direction will be lost here. No matter where you come from, you must pass through the gate of the abyss.
Is this door the mouth of the abyss? Has this place been assimilated into part of the Purgatory Abyss?
"You have stepped into Shimondigan."
"You have stepped into Shimondi Gan." As if hearing his heartfelt voice, the two voices sounded almost at the same time and said together.
Looking in the direction of the direction-finding voice, I saw a creature with numerous bright patches all over its body, resembling a two-headed snake, snaking down the pillars of the pale gate.
The two are connected together, and the oval-shaped honest head hangs upside down in front of Yi Cha.
This is...a soul python? Twisted and stitched soul fragments...
Yi Cha stepped back a few feet and hovered to look at it.
"Hello."
"Hello." The two-headed snake said again. "Duke Ezhaint."
"My name is actually being circulated in Ximondigan?" Yicha remained calm.
"Of course. La." The two-headed soul pythons nodded in unison.
"The owner of the floating island."
"The Lord of the Light Flame Plains."
"The devil who seeks knowledge."
"The archenemy of God, the devil among devils, and the favorite of the Evil Queen."
"Izhaint Sinkardstu. Shimondigan welcomes you." The two-headed snake that blended into stained glass said in unison.
"Please come in."
"Please come in."
The two heads of the soul python made a friendly sound, turned around, and knocked crisply with its hammer-like tail, and the pale door slowly opened.
Yi Cha stared at the interior of the pale door that looked like the mouth of an abyss for a while, without entering rashly.
"I said, is this what Ximondigan is like?" He turned his head and asked with a smile at the colorful soul python.
