Three thousand eight hundred years ago, he often tempted himself on the edge of purgatory. He had heard such rare rumors at that time. It is very different from the bad wind of hell that is full of the flames of chaos. However, although he was curious enough at that time, he did not have enough physique to allow him to go into the depths of purgatory to find out.
As I got older, Purgatory became less dangerous, but my curiosity was spread to other areas. When he walked here again nine hundred years later, slowly walking around with the Cerberus, what he heard was that everything was business as usual.
So it was a sound that only demon imps could hear, no big deal. Like any emerging demon, he left behind the unstable perceptions and assumptions of his childhood.
Three thousand eight hundred years later, he once again had the ears of a devil imp. The difference is that he now has a deeper understanding, both of the possibilities behind the voice and of the demon imp.
This is not unstable perception and conjecture. It is indeed the sound from the bottom of the abyss. To check, confirm, think.
The sparse sound of wind entered my ears, and my hearing, which had been stretched to its limit, suddenly became clear and was stretched again. At this moment, his consciousness seemed to not belong to him. He left his body without any obstacles, floated upward, and rushed forward quickly.
Desolate gray-white mist, thick spikes, and endless stacks of bones quickly passed by his sides, as if he was running fast in purgatory - as fast as a curious, excited, and fearless devil kid. Run quickly, follow the path brought by the wind.
He crossed the smoldering beach, rushed into the fiery red stream, jumped cleanly onto the obsidian high cliff, and then rushed down it to meet countless abyss worms with one to three faces. The desolate tide brought a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow. They could freeze everything, but they could not hinder his speed.
Walking straight along the vertical cliff, his wings were folded obediently under his shoulder blades to rest. He simply sprinted downward vertically against gravity, but he was not worried about falling at all.
Icha slid gently through the dense mass of teeth and tongue without any harm - because he was completely here and completely absent at the same time.
Amplitude 300 was still on his shoulder, beating the beat like a big clumsy doll. It sat very firmly, motionless, and was not thrown aside at all by this mad rush, because it was completely here and completely absent at the same time.
That beat organizes the sparse wind sounds and makes them logical. Or maybe they had logic to begin with, and the beats just organized his listening.
"Come and see——"
"Come and listen - ah." said the rare wind, "come and see. Come and run towards me. I will lead to the real end of the world -"
An endless swarm of insects. The endless lamentation of the soul. Endlessly tortured, beaten, crushed, and worn soul scraps. These soul scraps are the demon's scraps. They form the hotbed of Vega and the barrier of the abyss, ready to swallow up any chance of falling. victims, transforming him into something like them.
The sound of twisting, whipping, cracking, breaking, sticky dripping. They come from a single authority, who is too lazy to move, but will hit the target. This is the ecology at the edge of the abyss - if you are a guest for a while, you will become an eternal guest.
But none of them could save him. There was no way to save this curious devilish brat. Yi Cha jumped over layers of tree roots and walked freely among the waves of resentful insects.
"Come on—come on."
"Look. Listen. Come -"
The cold gray tide had filled all sides of him. The branches and leaves of Alexander's Hanged Ghost were completely invisible, and even his voice turned into fragmentary thoughts due to being too far away. How deep into the abyss had he descended? This was a completely unfamiliar place, and he couldn't feel the loss of physical strength, making it difficult for him to make accurate estimates.
But the cry composed of sparse wind sounds is still ahead.
"Look at me. Listen to me—"
"I'm here—come on—"
To hear it. To see it. The bottom of the abyss demands that I hear it, see it. The voice of reason is also telling him that observation will make the object different. The same goes for listening. There weren't many voices of reason in his head right now. But he made exactly the same decision.
To hear it. see it. Only in this way will it reveal its mystery and become the answer. If it is not heard or seen, the answer does not exist.
So the amplitude of three hundred cannot be told to him. So he needs to experience it for himself.
"That's it! That's it! Great! You will understand what you want to understand!" Amplitude Three Hundred shouted softly.
"Come on - let me show up -"
"Come--"
The ground - or rather the cliff surface rose in an arc, and the brightness was steep and dark. He was sure that he was underground and bumped into rock walls and grottoes one after another. The kingdom of Vegamon is in another realm here. Either there is more than one, or the thirty-six ancient kingdoms are in different domains. This is the ancient territory of the evil soul demon that no ordinary demon has ever set foot on. He will be curious, he will visit again, he will turn them into points on the academic merit list. but not now.
Now he wanted to rush towards the sparse wind. Those prayers, invitations, cries of waiting alone.
There seemed to be the exit of a cave far ahead, shrouded in thick fog, with a few stars in it. correct. This was exactly what he saw in the profit statement. The gambler is about to win. He is about to win. Those lonely cries are about to triumph.
By the way,,,..version. 】
"Come on—come on!"
He was going to rush for that exit. No need to go all out, he has already squeezed the speed to the limit. Like the little demon kid who excitedly picked up the skull by the Huoleizhesang River for the first time, he wanted to go there.
The thick fog turned, revealing a black vortex.
A black vortex? A somewhat familiar black swirl. It turned silently to welcome him.
Wait, what's weird--
"Oops!"
A three-hundred-amplitude scream—the shrillest sound he had ever heard. It pierced his mind. Icha paused. Retreat.
Countless arms stretched out from the black vortex, grabbing at him faster than he was without a body.
The beat stopped. There was an explosion in the back of his head. He concentrated his energy and caused an explosion in front of him, and then he heard nothing and couldn't see anything.
After a few more seconds, consciousness returned to his body.
"Hey. Hey. Wake up. What are you doing? Why don't you play with me?"
Willy Xiao crawled out from nowhere and jumped up and down next to his ear.
Take a look around. Everything just happened was like a dream. He was still hovering in the air at the edge of purgatory.
"Too bad." Amplitude Three Hundred said weakly, "Fortunately, he was not prepared."
"really."
Yi Cha flew back without looking back.
The silent black vortex blocking the exit was Blue Lewin. Why is he there? unknown. It wasn't like he was just waiting for something to happen, it was more like he was resting and recovering, and then they accidentally broke in.
"Are we leaving like this?" Amplitude 300 asked again.
"My luck is not good today." Yi Cha said calmly. With Lan Lewin blocking the way at the end, the secret at the bottom of the abyss could not be solved for a while.
"...I'm really, really sorry." After a moment of pause, the structure stuttered.
"You will know sooner or later." Yi Cha patted his head, "Besides, you made me think of another possibility."
