Abyss Demon

Not long ago, in the inner sanctum of the Pure Land, the star representing Meng Jianyuan abruptly vanished.

God Wu Meng shot to his feet, panic flooding his face as his body trembled uncontrollably. He simply could not accept the scene unfolding before him.

"Brother Meng, perhaps it's just a mistake. Try not to worry too much," Hua Fuchen said, rising to comfort him. But his own expression was grim. If Meng Jianyuan really was in danger, he couldn't imagine how Caili would take it…

Though he had never explicitly acknowledged Meng Jianyuan as a son-in-law, he had already accepted him in his heart. For his daughter's happiness, he was prepared to sacrifice a great deal.

Meng Kongchan struggled to accept the truth. After snapping out of his shock, his spiritual sense immediately reached out toward Yun Che's spirit ring.

Thank heavens—it was still intact.

Meng Kongchan let out a long sigh of relief. That ominous feeling from earlier hadn't faded, and in fact, it had grown stronger. But knowing that Yun Che was still safe brought him some comfort.

"No—I have to go to the Fog Sea myself and bring Yuan'er back. No matter the outcome, nothing matters more than Yuan'er's life!" Meng Kongchan could no longer bear the anxiety. He stood, fully intending to head into the Fog Sea himself.

"Brother Meng, these are the rules personally set by Emperor Abyss. Don't act on impulse. This battle in the Fog Sea concerns the future of the Abyss itself—it's no trivial matter," advised Dian Luohou.

"I don't care! Even if Emperor Yuan punishes me, I'm going. I've already lost Yuan'er once—I won't lose him again!" Meng Kongchan's tone was resolute, the unease in his heart impossible to contain.

"Hmph. Men really are pathetic," the God of Wuming scoffed, clearly enjoying the drama.

Meng Kongchan shot her a cold glare but didn't bother replying. He turned away.

"Lord Wumeng, please wait. Emperor Yuan will arrive shortly," said one of the Pure Land Guards, who had just received word of the emperor's approach.

Meng Kongchan sighed heavily and returned to his seat, drinking in silence. He made no attempt to hide the anxiety that weighed on him like a stone.

A voice in his heart kept whispering that something terrible was happening to Meng Yuan in the Fog Sea.

Deep within the Fog Sea, after parting ways with Yun Che, Shen Wuyi hunted abyssal beasts on her own. Her eyes were clouded with uncertainty, her thoughts in disarray as memories surged uncontrollably.

Ever since meeting Yun Che, her heart had never known peace.

After slaying a Level Five Abyss Beast in the Divine Destruction Realm, a trace of surprise flickered across her face. She felt a subtle connection to Yuan Chen. Though others couldn't sense it, she noticed something odd about his movements—he was moving more deliberately, almost… guided.

"Is someone directing Yuan Chen's path? Could it be the Mist Emperor?" she murmured to herself. Only the mysterious Mist Emperor could possibly have such power.

Following the direction Yuan Chen moved in, Shen Wuyi advanced cautiously, her instincts alert.

Meanwhile, Pan Buwang, following Yun Che's instructions, was tailing Shen Wuyi at a distance. He was confused as to why she had suddenly abandoned collecting abyssal cores and changed direction. Nevertheless, he gritted his teeth and kept up.

Elsewhere, Shaxing and Xianyue continued gathering abyss cores nearby. The two worked diligently, taking great care with each extraction—especially Shaxing. Having once suffered the torment of abyssal erosion, he harbored a deep fear of the abyssal beasts. Every strike he delivered was full-force, with no room for hesitation.

"Heavenly Wolf Slash!"

With a gleaming arc of his sword and the fierce roar of the celestial wolf, a first-level abyss beast in the Divine Destruction Realm was utterly annihilated.

He had mastered the first six stances of the Heavenly Wolf Hell God Canon. Every time he attacked, it was like the descent of a celestial beast—violent, unstoppable.

"It's almost over. This trip to the Fog Sea went surprisingly smoothly. I bet Xianyue's gains are close to mine. At this rate, our Star-Moon Divine Kingdom should earn a top ranking." Shaxing wore a satisfied smile, clearly proud of his performance.

But in the next instant, a searing pain stabbed into his skull. He collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.

"Urrrraaaahhhhh!"

Shaxing had never experienced such unbearable pain. It felt like his brain was being devoured from the inside. He clutched his head and scratched at it until it bled, but the pain only intensified.

It was a pain that bypassed all thresholds, drilling straight into the soul and nervous system. The sheer intensity made it impossible for him to endure.

Desperately, he tried to shatter his teleportation ring, but the pain had drained all his strength. In a futile attempt to ease the agony, he tried to harm himself further—but nothing worked.

Then, abruptly, the screams ceased. Shaxing went still.

His eyes, however, had lost all light. They were now dulled and shrouded in a strange gray haze. His skin appeared normal, but his aura was unnatural.

He no longer looked fully human… but neither was he a ghost. He had become something in between.

Yun Che wiped sweat from his brow and smiled faintly. The experiment had succeeded—better than he'd hoped.

He had transformed Shaxing into a Yuan Ghost Divine Spawn—a state far beyond his former self. No longer capable of feeling pain or fear.

"A flawless creation. And there will be more," Yun Che said softly.

Though he had not been physically present, he had remotely activated the Abyss Core embedded in Shaxing's body and monitored the transformation intimately.

He had named this process Abyss Ghost Conversion.

By secretly implanting an Abyss Core into the body of a profound practitioner and awakening it at the opportune moment, Yun Che could erase and overwrite the target's consciousness. Then, using Abyss Dust, he would seize full control of the body, inheriting all its former strength while reshaping its soul.

Just as the transformation completed, Shen Wuyi arrived on the scene. She spotted Shaxing from a distance, and their eyes met.

One pair was now empty, lifeless, and etched with a sinister smile. The other was filled with growing dread.

Shen Wuyi could see it clearly—Shaxing's complexion was deathly pale, his lips drained of color. But it was his eyes that horrified her most.

That was Yuan Chen—she could sense it.

His eye sockets had lost their natural glow, filled entirely with the dull gleam of Yuan Chen's energy. It was undeniable. Shaxing had been completely taken over.

"Son of the Star-Moon God, what happened to you?" Shen Wuyi didn't attack. She cautiously attempted to make contact, hoping to glean some understanding.

But there was no response. Only an aura of pure destruction radiated from him—the same soul-crushing energy found in abyssal ghosts and beasts. The unmistakable essence of Yuan Chen.

Shen Wuyi's expression changed drastically.

He's been converted… into an Abyss Ghost!

The moment that realization struck, Shen Wuyi felt a profound chill wash over her.

The Mist Emperor... could directly transform a living being into a Yuan Ghost. Not just anyone, but a Son of God.

The horror she now grasped was beyond anything she had ever imagined.

(End of Chapter)