The ability to suppress others was already terrifying. If an inheritance could strengthen or transform that ability, it would be the kind of power people would kill for.

Kael continued, his voice low and steady. "The Holy Mystic Continent has three great abyss regions."

He raised three fingers as he spoke, as if drawing them into existence.

"Crimson Chasm."

"Nether Rift."

"And the Abyss of the Blacktide."

Zora's expression subtly changed. Even the names carried an oppressive weight, like ancient scars carved into the world.

"These three abyss regions each hold a great inheritance," Kael said. "Every one of them is extremely difficult to obtain."

Then his eyes narrowed slightly, his tone turning sharper.

"Among them, Crimson Chasm has the lowest threshold."

"As long as you reach the Crimson Realm, you can attempt it."

Zora felt her breath tighten slightly. That alone was already astonishing. Most inheritances required overwhelming strength. Yet this one… opened its gates at the Crimson Realm?

Kael's voice continued, calm but heavy.

"Over the years, countless Spirit Warriors have investigated and discovered something strange. The Crimson Realm Spirit Warriors have the highest chance of obtaining the inheritance. And the higher the cultivation… the lower the chance."

Zora's heart trembled.

That was completely against common sense.

"So…" she said slowly, her mind moving quickly, "to obtain the inheritance of Crimson Chasm, it can only truly be attempted by Crimson Realm Spirit Warriors?"

Kael nodded. "Exactly."

"Crimson Chasm is the most accessible of the three, and so it draws the most people. But don't misunderstand… 'easy' is only relative to the other two."

His eyes darkened slightly.

"In reality, the inheritance is still extremely rare. Very few have ever succeeded."

Zora's lips curved upward.

Rare.

Difficult.

Dangerous.

Those words didn't scare her. They excited her.

"Even if you don't obtain the inheritance," Kael added, "Crimson Chasm is still a place worth visiting. It is a brutal environment, but it sharpens people quickly."

Without hesitation, Zora said, "I'm going."

The decision fell from her lips cleanly, like a blade sliding from its sheath. No doubt. No fear.

Kael's gaze softened, and a smile rose at the corners of his lips.

"Good," he said. "Then we'll go together."

Zora leaned slightly closer, her eyes sparkling with curiosity that refused to be contained. "Then tell me," she said, "what about Nether Rift and the Abyss of the Blacktide?"

Seeing Zora's eyes sparkle with such burning curiosity, Kael couldn't help but continue explaining, indulging her interest without restraint.

"The second abyss is called the Nether Rift," he said slowly, his voice calm yet heavy with warning. "It also contains an inheritance, but the threshold is far higher. Only Spirit Warriors who reach the Azure Realm can even attempt it."

Zora's brows lifted slightly.

Azure Realm… no wonder it was called Nether Rift. If Crimson Realm Spirit Warriors barely survived Crimson Chasm, then Azure Realm Spirit Warriors entering Nether Rift would be walking into a slaughterhouse built for monsters.

"It is precisely because the requirements are so strict," Kael continued, "that far fewer people enter Nether Rift than Crimson Chasm."

He paused, then added in a colder tone, "But those who appear there… are all terrifyingly strong. In that place, a single wrong step is enough to lose your life."

Zora's gaze grew sharper, as though the danger only made the inheritance more alluring.

Kael then explained the inheritance of Crimson Chasm first, making sure she understood what she would face.

"The inheritance of Crimson Chasm is called the Sanguine Dominion."

As soon as those words fell, the carriage seemed to grow colder, as if the very air had been stained by unseen crimson.

"When the Sanguine Dominion is released," Kael said, "the opponent will be swallowed by an overwhelming aura of blood. Endless blood… thick enough to choke the senses."

Zora's lips parted slightly, her mind already imagining the horrifying scene.

Blood everywhere. Not illusory mist, but a suffocating presence that made the heart recoil.

"Humans instinctively resist blood," Kael said, his voice steady. "Fear, disgust, panic… those emotions cannot be controlled. When the aura becomes dense enough, it can crush a person's will."

"Not only that," he added, "it will also suppress their strength. But the degree of suppression depends on the opponent's mental fortitude."

Zora immediately grasped the terrifying advantage of such a field.

It wasn't just an attack.

It was psychological warfare and suppression combined, a weapon that struck both body and soul.

"A powerful field like that..." she murmured, "It is truly a Spirit Warrior's sharpest blade."

Kael's lips curved into a faint smile. His fingers lightly played with her soft hand, as if he found her excitement amusing and endearing. "Darling, whenever you hear about cultivation inheritances, your interest becomes obvious."

Zora tilted her chin, shamelessly honest.

"I'm a Spirit Warrior," she replied. "How could I not be interested?"

Kael's gaze softened, but the seriousness in his eyes soon returned.

"The Crimson Chasm and Nether Rift are both places soaked in killing. Every year, countless people die there."

His hand tightened around hers, unconsciously increasing its grip.

"So when we arrive, you must stay close to me. Don't act recklessly."

There was tension in his voice, a restrained fear that he didn't want to admit aloud.

Zora felt her heart soften. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into his chest, her voice turning gentle.

"Don't worry," she whispered. "I'll listen to you."

Only then did Kael's stiff posture ease slightly, as if her words had loosened the knot in his heart.

After a moment, Zora lifted her head again, curiosity returning like a flame that could not be extinguished.

"If Crimson Chasm gives the Sanguine Dominion," she asked, "then what inheritance does Nether Rift hold?"

Kael's eyes narrowed. "The inheritance of Nether Rift… is the Deathshroud Domain."

Just the name alone was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

"The Deathshroud Domain is even more terrifying than the Sanguine Dominion," Kael said in a low voice. "Once it is released, the opponent is engulfed in boundless killing intent. It isn't just fear… it is suffocation. Despair. A sense that death is already pressing against the throat."

Zora's expression turned solemn.

Blood could shake the heart, but killing intent could shatter it.

And if that killing intent formed a field… then even a strong Spirit Warrior might lose their mind before they even raised their weapon.

Kael's voice carried a trace of emotion, almost like a sigh.

"But throughout the entire Holy Mystic Continent, only three people have ever obtained the Deathshroud Domain."

"And after those three… it has never appeared again."

Zora's eyes flickered with a deep, thoughtful light.

Three people in all of history.

That was no longer simply rare. That was almost mythical.

"The three of them," she said slowly, "must have become famous figures of the Holy Mystic Continent."

Kael nodded. "The three who obtained the Deathshroud Domain were all legendary figures," Kael said softly. His tone carried a trace of admiration, but also the weight of time. "Their names were carved into the history of the Holy Mystic Continent. Even after countless years, no one dares to forget them."

As he spoke, his fingers tightened around Zora's hand, as if afraid she might slip away into the wind of that distant history.

On ordinary days, she was calm, sharp, and unshakable, like a blade that never bent. Yet right now, her eyes were filled with curiosity, bright and alive, like a child staring at a forbidden treasure. That expression stirred something deep in his heart, making him want to protect her and spoil her all at once.

"So that's how it is…" Zora murmured, nodding lightly.

But the thoughts in her mind did not stop. Instead, they turned like ripples across a lake.

Ten thousand years… enough time for the world to change shape.

In her previous life, the three great abysses had never been spoken of, yet the world was vast, filled with countless hidden lands and sealed realms. If she had not once been obsessed with exploring and uncovering secrets beyond the Eastern Continent, she would never have encountered the Ring of Chaos at all.

She lifted her brows slightly and turned to look at Kael.

"You seem very familiar with the Crimson Chasm," she said slowly, her voice calm but probing. "Have you been there before?"

It was not suspicion. It was simply understanding.

A man like Kael, even with his noble identity, would never have reached this level by sitting safely in a Guild, sheltered from the world. The higher the status, the heavier the burdens. In a place like Heaven's Gate, there were countless geniuses and countless ambitions. If he wanted to stand at the peak, he could only keep climbing.

Kael's lips curved into a faint, warm smile. His eyes drifted toward the passing scenery outside the carriage window, and in that glance was a rare trace of distant remembrance.

"When I was young," he said quietly, "it was my Master who first told me about the Crimson Chasm."

His voice slowed, as though each word carried a fragment of memory.

"The first time I entered the Crimson Chasm… he brought me there personally."