C1874 Evil Gods

"Quiet, Awkwafina."

A colossal prism, spanning thousands of acres, hovered in the void. Its ancient bronze frame was etched with faint, intricate patterns.

Inside the mirror, a once-blurry shadow transformed into the visage of a strikingly beautiful woman.

She was a vision of beauty, especially when compared to the grotesque hybrid beasts and repulsive tumors nearby.

To Yu Yuan, a visitor from another world, her appearance was particularly appealing.

This woman was the Dreadlord whom Awkwafina served. Neither the vast mirror nor the face within it were tangible objects, but rather manifestations of a unique kind of soul.

The Dreadlord would not tolerate such a high-level dialogue being disrupted by Awkwafina.

She chastised Awkwafina, instructing the Shadowkin elder, whose corporeal form had attained the tenth level, to remain silent and not overstep her bounds.

"He, he is..."

Awkwafina's phantom quivered with unease, recalling her harrowing experiences in the Ashlands, which filled the Shadowkin elder with dread.

"Who is he?"

The Dreadlord's interest was piqued, though her question was not directed at Awkwafina. Instead, she gazed at Jihui through the prism.

"Is he well-known in that other world?"

Korkmaz, noticeably shorter than the Evil Gods, was intrigued by Awkwafina's outburst. In a grave tone, he inquired, "Lord Jihui, what level of power does this individual you've brought possess in his world?"

"He's roughly on par with the old Lizard that visited us previously," Jihui replied with a smile.

Whoosh!

The four Darklords standing next to Yu Yuan suddenly widened the gap between them, their expressions turning grave.

Electricity seemed to crackle in Korkmaz's large, black eyes as he scrutinized Yu Yuan once more, finally asking, "Is he what they call a Lunar Spirit?"

Jihui responded with a nod and a smile.

"And how does his physical form compare to the Demon Lord we serve?" Korkmaz pressed.

"They're quite evenly matched at the moment," Jihui said, his smile unwavering. He gestured for Korkmaz to cease his questioning, adding, "Let's focus on what Youyu is up to."

Jihui's gaze drifted into the distance, his ethereal soul form slowly lifting a hand.

A spectral Wraithbanner, conjured from his Soul Power, materialized before him. The intricate and esoteric soul patterns arrayed upon it were effortlessly replicated by his Soul Power.

Surprisingly, as the Wraithbanner took shape, it began to exhibit some of the formidable powers inherent to a genuine Wraithbanner.

Eyes etched upon the flag's surface blinked open, akin to the "Third Eye" with which Yu Yuan was familiar.

These "Third Eyes" gazed into the resplendent, dreamlike depths, seemingly aiding Jihui in discerning the oddities and vistas within the Mindscape—a realm gradually encroaching upon the Origin Realm.

At that moment, Yu Yuan sensed the Evil Gods of the Abyss appraising him in silence.

Awkwafina's shriek, coupled with Jihui's pronouncements, had drawn their focus—even as a mere Lunar Spirit, Yu Yuan had captured the attention of the Evil Gods.

Unperturbed and smiling, Yu Yuan met the gaze of each colossal Evil God.

He quickly realized that these grotesque beings were but a minuscule fraction of their true selves.

Previously, the Origin Realm had been under the dominion of the Origin Deity; now, Jihui held sway. The souls that descended into the Origin Realm were inherently subject to its ruler.

The formidable Evil Gods of the Abyss, wary of being throttled by Jihui, would naturally refrain from dispatching their entire souls.

The soul phantoms, appearing mighty and fearsome, were merely slivers of their Soul Power, an eye they left in the Origin Realm to facilitate communication among themselves.

For their real bodies might be separated by infinite expanses within the true Abyss.

In the authentic Abyssal world, traversing the vast distances was exceedingly challenging, hence their reliance on the Origin Realm.

Moreover, in the Origin Realm, there were occasional visitors from the Otherworld, brought forth by Jihui or the former Origin Deity. Through these extramundane guests, they could glean insights into the conditions of their respective worlds.

"All Evil Gods of the Abyss, I am Yu Yuan, hailing from the Everlands of that world. Dare I inquire..."

Yu Yuan's demeanor remained casual as his Lunar Spirit wafted closer to the titanic entities known as Evil Gods.

"Everlands!"

"Yu Yuan!"

Before he could continue his query, the Evil Gods of the Abyss within the void erupted into bizarre cries.

Bewildered, Yu Yuan pointed to his own face and exclaimed, "Do I perhaps have a bit of a reputation in your Abyssal realm?"

Whoosh!

A leaf as vast as a continent drifted from the center of the Evil God, its once yellow hue slowly turning a vibrant green. "I heard about you from the Blightwood!"

"What should I call you?" Yu Yuan asked with a smile.

The Blightwood, of course, was the former Uxthar Tree. Back in the Spirit World, it, along with the Voidweaver, served the Origin Gate, sapping the cosmic energy from the Brugeth.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

From within the massive green leaf, numerous shattered meteorites and the ruins of worlds appeared, along with the wreckage of starships and the bones of archdemons and Otherkin warriors.

Many of these worlds had clearly seen brutal conflict, evoking a sense of familiarity in Yu Yuan.

"Extraterritorial battlefield, Brugeth."

Yu Yuan's face took on a somber cast.

This leaf, with its questionable authenticity, showcased the Brugeth as it was before being destroyed by the Maw of Oblivion, as if to imply to Yu Yuan that he was one of the culprits.

The Brugeth, now a void of death and silence, its cosmic energy, extraterrestrial impurities, and fleeting lights all consumed, indicated that this uniquely shaped Evil God had certainly had its share.

"You may call me Realm Devourer."

The immense green leaf let out a low chuckle, "The Brugeth wasn't particularly tasty, for it was a starry sky already barren and lifeless, lacking in both living creatures and abundant energy. I wish to enter your world, to feast to my heart's content amidst the starry expanse teeming with billions of living creatures."

"That will truly satisfy my hunger and enable me to undergo my transformation!"

The Realm Devourer made no effort to conceal his voracious appetite and thirst.

"Much like Lord Jihui, the Demon Lord who basks in the favor of darkness, I too hail from the Everlands," the Dreadlord within the vast prism said, her beautiful face beaming as she bridged the gap between herself and Yu Yuan's Lunar Spirit. "The Everlands! That is the place we most yearn to reach within that world!"

"Why?" Yu Yuan inquired.

"Because..."

"Silence!"

Jihui's voice cut through sharply.

The Dreadlord in the prism halted at Jihui's command, hesitated briefly, then cast a glance at Jihui and chose to remain silent.

"Should you be defeated in your battle with the master of the Mindscape, we will withdraw from the Origin Realm."

As if to mitigate the conflict between them, the repulsive, venomous mass of flesh, which from a distance resembled a meaty orb, spoke in a raspy voice, "I can sense that it's not just the Mindscape seeking to connect with the Origin Realm."

"That Mindscape appears to be anchored in a peculiar place—a place teeming with many... powerful ghosts!"

"Jihui, I'm not comfortable with this."

The grotesque Evil God exhibited a great deal of caution and concern.

"Awkwafina informed me that the place is known as the Wraithlands. The Wraithlands seem to be a nexus for malevolent spirits and wraiths, and they even oversee the Path of Reincarnation for souls in their realm," the Dreadlord continued, deliberately avoiding any mention of the Everlands. "The Wraithlands are quite bizarre, filled with vile spirits and wraiths that appear to be under the dominion of the God of Ghosts."

"The ruler of the Mindscape is merely one of these Gods, and the Wraithlands are home to more than one God of Ghosts."

The Dreadlord, too, seemed anxious.

Meanwhile.

Within the Wraithbanner that Jihui had conjured from nothing, numerous ghosts and spirits materialized in each eye, their essences reminiscent of those Yu Yuan had encountered in the Land of Terror, yet their forms were diverse.

There were spirits of fallen Shura, enchantresses' specters, and the fierce spirits of powerful evilkind.

In the extraterrestrial Star River, the souls of Otherkin warriors, who had once existed in the world, were known as ghosts after their corporeal bodies perished.

With the death of an Otherkin, most souls would vanish shortly thereafter, leaving behind only a rare few.

At this moment, a multitude of these Otherkin ghosts drifted within Youyu's Mindscape.

They sought to merge the Mindscape with the Origin Realm, stepping into the Origin Realm via a bridge.

What has become of Youyu?

Yu Yuan sensed that something was amiss. Having followed Jihui to the Origin Realm, he had initially intended to meet with the Abyss's Evil God to learn more about the so-called Abyssal Treasure.

He was curious about what the Titan Spinosaurus had taken from the Abyss and what changes it could bring to the Primal Soul after sinking into the Everlands and merging with it.

Additionally, he was eager to ascertain Bertain's condition by observing the Evil Gods that had besieged him.

Unexpectedly, his Lunar Spirit arrived just as Youyu was merging his Mindscape with the Origin Realm.

Given that the ghosts within the Mindscape originated from the Wraithlands, it raises the question: Has Youyu formed an alliance with the Wraithlands, or has he been subdued by them as Han Qi was?

Surely Youyu hasn't begun to serve the Wraithlands, has he?

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