The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 869: The Abyss of Death

The so-called Wuji Cave Heaven—"Wuji" meaning "limitless and ever-changing"—lived up to its name.

The entrance to the secret realm gateway shifted continuously along with the movements of the twenty-eight stars.

With the gateway constantly relocating, finding it within a mere quarter-hour was no easy feat.

Fortunately, luck was on Ling Feng's side.

The radiant convergence of starlight swept westward, soon illuminating the area where Ling Feng and his group stood.

"The gateway!"

Jiang Biyi pointed at a cluster of pale light ahead, but Ling Feng was faster—grabbing her shoulder, he shot forward like an arrow.

Wang Chuanjia and Bai Yuan hurried after them, barely slipping through the cluster of light before it vanished.

For a moment, they seemed to float through an endless starry void. Then, a bright flash—

Thud!

Their feet hit solid ground once more.

"So this is the Wuji Cave Heaven?"

Ling Feng surveyed their surroundings. The sky was a dim expanse, studded with impossibly massive stars.

After a quick scan, he raised an eyebrow. "I expected to run into that Demonic Jiao Prince by now."

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Xue Ji gritted her teeth. "But if you're after the Lingxu Spring, you will cross paths with the Third Prince. So do yourself a favor and give up. A runt like you? He'll crush you with a single finger!"

"Whether I live or die isn't your concern." Ling Feng tossed her aside like garbage, loosening her restrictions just slightly. "Lead the way. I've only restored one-tenth of your power. Try to run, and you'll die even faster."

"You—!" Xue Ji's glare could have melted steel, but for the first time, she felt utterly powerless.

Even if Ling Feng had restored her full strength, she wouldn't dare escape.

The memory of those Void Tentacles coiling around her still haunted her.

"Enough chatter." A flash of cold light in Ling Feng's eyes made her flinch. With no choice, she trudged ahead.

Wang Chuanjia and Bai Yuan exchanged uneasy glances.

To think a peerless demoness like her could be conditioned into obedience...

"You really are a bad guy!"

Jiang Biyi pouted, her sympathy surfacing again at Xue Ji's pitiful state.

Ling Feng chuckled. "Compassion has no place against enemies. This world runs on its own rules—too much kindness will get you killed."

Jiang Biyi stuck out her tongue. "Ugh, you sound just like that woman when you say that!"

"The one you keep mentioning—who is she?" Ling Feng couldn't help asking.

"Why should I tell you?!" She placed her hands on her hips, glaring. "And don't bring her up again!"

"You're the one who—never mind."

His time at Tianwei Academy had taught him one eternal truth: Never try to reason with women.

While he didn't dislike Jiang Biyi, this little witch was best left undisturbed.

...

The next day.

After countless brutal battles, the group finally reached a thousand-mile-long chasm.

The abyss stretched endlessly across the land like a grotesque scar—dark, gaping, and radiating pure dread.

Peering down, even Ling Feng's Boundless Vision couldn't penetrate the blackness. Only faint, shifting dots hinted at movement below.

"According to our clan's records, the Lingxu Spring lies somewhere in this abyss."

Xue Ji gestured at the monstrous fissure, her voice flat.

"Where exactly?"

"I don't know." She tensed, biting her lip. "This time, I really don't!"

"Relax, I believe you." Ling Feng shrugged.

Xue Ji's eyes burned with silent curses:

I hope you fall into this abyss and rot for eternity!

Suddenly—

SCREEEEE!

A piercing shriek erupted from the depths, carrying a faint soul attack that made their ears ring and vision blur.

Though weak, losing focus mid-descent could mean a fatal plunge.

"What was that?" Ling Feng turned to Xue Ji.

Her face tightened. "Abyss Bloodcrows. Their sonic attacks carry minor soul disruption. Individually, they're weak—even their king is only Spiritual Element Realm. But their true horror lies in their numbers."

A smirk crept onto her lips. "Their sonic waves stack. One misstep, and you'll black out. Then? They'll drain every drop of your blood before you wake up."

Her gaze taunted him: Let's see how you handle this.

If the Demonic Jiao Prince were here, a mere pulse of his king beast bloodline's aura would send the crows fleeing.

Even she, with her Nine-Tailed Fox bloodline, could intimidate them.

But help Ling Feng? Never!

"One more thing."

Her smile turned icy. "This is the Abyss of Death. Beneath it lies the Nether-River Deadwater, saturated with yin-malevolent energy—neither humans nor demons can replenish their strength here. Worse, your powers will be heavily suppressed."

She relished their dismay. "If you want to conserve energy, your only option is to climb down the cliffs."

Wang Chuanjia and Bai Yuan paled.

No flying. Swarms of bloodcrows. One slip, and they'd end up desiccated husks.

It seemed the Lingxu Spring was beyond their reach.