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Wei Chen's soul was trapped, unable to break free even from the Mental Strength of the Demon Lotus Emperor.
Inside Wei Chen's Sea of Consciousness, the Demon Lotus Emperor crashed wildly against the walls, but there was no way out. He felt that every inch of Wei Chen's Sea of Consciousness was wrapped in a layer of mysterious golden energy. Whenever he touched that golden energy, he was gently bounced back by a soft force.
The Demon Lotus Emperor felt like crying but had no tears.
"Paralyzed! How did it come to this? Damn it, Golden Dragon, what the hell are you doing? Have you lost your mind? I shouldn't have agreed to take care of you; you're just as crazy as your mother!"
The Demon Lotus Emperor cursed Yan Qiqi, that long-dead mother of his. He sensed the atmosphere around him growing deeper and more ancient, panic rising within him. Where on earth was this leading?
What lay at the bottom of the abyss?
But that wasn't the main point of the Demon Lotus Emperor's frantic curses. He couldn't bear to watch Golden Dragon Yan Qiqi suffer under Mighty’s pressure and pain. Although Yan Qiqi wasn't his daughter, due to her mother's relationship with him in Hua Xia World, he had long secretly regarded Yan Qiqi as his own daughter.
As he saw the distance from the Magic Stone Space growing farther and farther away, plunging deeper into the abyss, he realized that the surrounding energy was no longer normal. The Demon Lotus Emperor felt anxious and hated his own lack of strength even more; he couldn't even protect Lian Yanqi.
That feeling made the Demon Lotus Emperor want to cry but left him unable to shed a tear.
The Golden Dragon carefully wrapped her two front claws around Wei Chen and rapidly descended toward the bottom of the abyss. Scales fell off her massive body, which stretched over a hundred feet long. Aside from her enormous claws protecting Wei Chen, there wasn't a single part of her that remained intact. She concentrated all her spiritual power into her claws to shield Wei Chen while neglecting everything else.
"What is happening to me?"
"Why am I doing this?"
"Where are we going?"
Yan Qiqi hazily questioned herself.
Yet deep within her, a more powerful force was calling out to her.
"Bring Wei Chen down!"
"Bring Wei Chen down!"
"The Demon Realm welcomes you!"
That voice was ancient and profound, melancholic and vast, carrying a terrifying allure that shook her to the core. Yan Qiqi found herself irresistibly drawn to plunge into the abyss with Wei Chen, resolutely enduring the overwhelming pressure as they traversed through layers of spatial barriers, continuing their descent.
At intervals, barriers would appear within the abyss. Yan Qiqi forced her flesh and blood through these barriers, as if sharp blades were desperately slicing into her.
That sensation was unbearable, even for someone with the mental strength of the Demon Lotus Emperor. How could Yan Qiqi possibly endure it?
But Yan Qiqi gritted her teeth and persevered. The enormous dragon head bore two crimson eyes; blood mixed with stinging tears emerged, only to be dissipated into vapor by the surrounding pressure.
The agonizing process continued.
Within the Magic Stone Space, having lost the Nine Suns, the temperature quickly plummeted to that of an ice age.
The remaining sun emitted light and heat that gradually increased. In a few months, that sun would reach its peak state, restoring normalcy to the Magic Stone Space.
As the Solar Crisis was resolved, a greater danger loomed over Wei Chen.
Han Mang slowly awakened, looking around at the endless expanse of ice and snow, the temperature chilling to the bone. Fortunately, his strength was considerable, allowing him to withstand such cold.
"That dragon..."
After scanning the surroundings for a while, he felt a slight relief upon realizing that the dragon was nowhere in sight.
However, he soon noticed that Wei Chen had also vanished!
"Wei Chen! Where the hell are you? Don't try to scare me; come out now!"
Han Mang soared into the sky, frantically searching within the Magic Stone Space for any trace of Wei Chen while shouting at the top of his lungs.
Several hours later, he gave up.
Returning near the abyss, Han Mang sensed a terrifying aura emanating from it and thought to himself, "The golden dragon and Wei Chen disappeared together. Could they have entered this abyss? This abyss is so horrifying; entering it means certain death!"
He approached the edge of the abyss and peered down, only to see an impenetrable darkness and feel an overwhelming sense of evil radiating from below. He quickly stepped back, settling down several hundred meters away from the abyss's edge.
"No matter what happens, I will wait here! If that guy doesn't show up, I will wait indefinitely!"
Han Mang was deeply worried about the situation outside, but his resolve was unwavering. He vowed to wait for Wei Chen; if Wei Chen did not emerge, he would not leave.
In reality, could he leave?
The entrance and exit of the Magic Stone Space could only be controlled by Wei Chen!
No matter how chaotic things were outside, Han Mang could only wait.
On Cang Mountain, the Magic Stone lay quietly in Wei Chen's room. Wei Chen and Han Mang were shrouded in mystery, often disappearing without a trace, and no one noticed; everything remained the same.
Yan Qiqi wrapped her claws around Wei Chen, continuing to descend. She didn't know why she was doing this; a call from deep within seemed like a command, or perhaps a guiding light. She pressed on, enduring the Mighty pain and torment without hesitation.
It was unclear how long they had been falling, but finally, Yan Qiqi protected Wei Chen as they pierced through a thick barrier and plunged into the depths of the abyss.
An old man with pale skin appeared before Yan Qiqi, dressed in black robes.
Behind him stood dozens of terrifyingly powerful figures, all clad in black robes embroidered with fierce Demon Dragons, looking quite intimidating.
Yan Qiqi transformed into her human form, her clothes stained with blood. Supporting Wei Chen with one hand, she squinted and asked, "Your Excellency, did you summon me here?"
"Indeed, my dear. You should tend to your injuries first and leave Wei Chen to me," the old man replied with a chuckle.
Yan Qiqi shook her head firmly. "No! I want to watch over him! Senior, you summoned me to bring Wei Chen down here for what purpose? Where is this place?"
"It's a long story. Come with us for now; we can discuss it when Wei Chen wakes up," the old man said with a smile. He waved his hand lightly, and a whirlwind swept around Yan Qiqi and Wei Chen. In an instant, Yan Qiqi felt as if they had moved thousands of miles away, arriving at a vast plaza.
As Yan Qiqi looked around, she saw that the plaza stretched for thousands of feet, immense and grand. Towering columns reached high into the clouds, and beneath them marched squads of Black Armored Soldiers, weapons in hand, patrolling steadily.
The square was paved with Black Crystal, exuding an air of luxury. The columns appeared to be made of a special material, gleaming with a dark luster.
Yan Qiqi looked up at the dome, which was also a shade of black and gray, with ten dim suns hanging from the ceiling in a straight line. The temperature in the space was gradually rising.
"Miss, do you see? Wei Chen has moved the Nine Suns from your independent space to our world," the old man said with a faint smile.
Hearing this, Yan Qiqi's expression turned cold. "Your Excellency, are you trying to cause trouble?"
What one does not wish for oneself, one should not impose on others. If Wei Chen had moved the suns to this world, did that not mean this world was doomed?
Yan Qiqi thought this must be a provocation, and trouble was brewing. Although she appeared fierce, she knew that everyone here was formidable. The old man before her possessed profound strength and an unfathomable aura; she was no match for him and didn't even have the courage to make a move.
Even the Golden Dragon King found himself at a loss in such a situation.
"Ah, Miss, don’t be nervous. I mean you no harm."
The old man waved his hand, summoning Wei Chen to his side. He frowned slightly and said, "The situation is dire; he needs some time to recuperate."
With that, the old man handed Wei Chen over to a middle-aged man behind him. The man’s expression was respectful as he carefully cradled Wei Chen and vanished in an instant.
Yan Qiqi stared in shock at the disappearing middle-aged man. With her strength and the sensing ability of the Golden Dragon King, she had not detected how he vanished or where he had gone…
"Miss, this medicine can heal your injuries. You crossed layers of barriers to protect Wei Chen and brought him here; on behalf of the entire Black Magic Clan, I thank you."
The old man slightly bowed towards Yan Qiqi, which was the highest form of respect from someone of his status.
A pitch-black pill floated in front of Yan Qiqi.
Yan Qiqi was not someone who lacked discernment; the rich fragrance emanating from the pill invigorated her senses. Just a few breaths of its aroma caused her wounds to begin healing rapidly.
"Don't worry about eating it. If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn't need to resort to such means. Wei Chen is one of our kin. You brought him here, and we can only be grateful to you."
Seeing the old man's gentle and kind gaze, Yan Qiqi nodded slightly and swallowed the pill.
As soon as the pill entered her stomach, it erupted with warmth, flowing through her body. In an instant, both her internal and external injuries were restored to their original state.
Such a miraculous pill, even in Yan Qiqi's inherited memories from that formidable Hua Xia World, did not exist, did it?
Yan Qiqi pondered silently as the old man continued, "Miss, I will have someone take you to a guest room to rest. Once Wei Chen wakes up, everything will be explained to you."
"Alright." Yan Qiqi nodded in agreement; as long as Wei Chen was safe, everything else was acceptable.
She knew nothing about this mysterious underground space, but she felt that its dimensional level was higher than that of the Hua Xia World!
A beautiful young woman led Yan Qiqi into the grand hall at the end of the plaza. The hall was extremely luxurious, with black gemstones embedded in the walls, emitting a faint black light that created a solemn and dignified atmosphere. The floor was covered with black fur, soft and comfortable underfoot.
The decor within the hall was primarily black, as if everything in this world was shrouded in darkness.
Darkness that was eerie, noble, and elegant.
"Young Matriarch, this is your room. If you need anything, just call for me."
The maid led Yan Qiqi into a guest room, her demeanor extremely respectful.
"Young Matriarch?" Yan Qiqi furrowed her brow and asked, "What do you mean by calling me Young Matriarch?"
"You are the wife of the Young Mistress. The Patriarch instructed me to address you this way."
"And who is the Patriarch?"
"That would be the elder you just spoke with. He is the Patriarch of our Black Magic Clan. The Young Mistress returned here under your protection, and our entire Black Magic Clan is sincerely grateful to you."
Upon hearing this, Yan Qiqi felt even more confused. What was going on? She was Wei Chen's wife... well, that wasn't much of a surprise since she was committed to Wei Chen.
However, this strange black world, the unfamiliar Black Magic Clan, and Wei Chen's identity were all mysteries that puzzled Yan Qiqi deeply.
Meanwhile, at the top of the great hall, the higher-ups of the Black Magic Clan gathered, their hopeful gazes focused on Wei Chen.
Wei Chen lay on a large black bed, gradually waking up.
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