Chapter 1121
Dim Yellow Pupils
The entire underground wine cellar seemed to instantly gain life, beginning to writhe.
With the sound of peeling, the lime rock in all directions cracked and collapsed.
Like tentacles, like blood vessels composed of worms, they spread throughout the entire underground space.
With increasingly intense wriggling, they began to make squeaking sounds—or rather, they were not “sounds” but a glass-scraping noise produced by friction.
However, the lime rock did not completely shatter but left some traces, turning into sharp spikes.
Each spike had a spiral pattern. It looked like a kind of rune, or a kind of language.
“Is this… teeth?” Isabel’s inspiration was slightly touched, and she said subconsciously.
The moment the ground also began to writhe and roll, Sherlock instantly chose a suitable countermeasure spell and unleashed it.
—Petrifying Ray!
It was a spell imitated from the Twilight Path.
Sherlock touched the “ground” with his staff, and fired at close range.
The petrified trace spread in an instant. Like frost spreading on glass, a layer of solid rock like frost instantly formed.
The next moment, the ground collapsed with a roar.
The group fell downwards. However, they were stepping on solid rock.
Eivass intended to spread his wings—but before that, Sherlock had already cast a second spell.
—Mass Feather Fall!
Semi-transparent silver-gray radiance entwined around everyone, and the air resistance suddenly increased, as if it had become a non-Newtonian fluid. The falling speed was even much slower than sinking in water, and as they progressed, it slowed down even more, until it became as slow as a feather.
The stone disc beneath their feet, like the platform of an elevator, carried them slowly down.
And here, they finally saw everything clearly—
The original wine cellar had been completely hollowed out.
There might have originally been stairs leading down, but with the riot of the blood worms, they were instantly torn to shreds.
And in the middle underground, there was a considerably large space. It was like a plaza.
The walls were adorned with “murals” condensed from countless intertwined human blood vessels.
They were intertwined, like two giant scarlet wings, or like roots spreading upwards, or like praying hands reaching for the sky. And at the very top, there was a blood ball condensed, connected to the blood vessels. It pulsed like a heart, shining like the sun, illuminating the earth.
Even though it was his first time seeing it, Eivass could recognize… it was the Blood Heavenly Envoy.
For some reason, He seemed to be in a deep slumber.
Although the “heart” was shining, wisps of black smoke were continuously released from it.
It was an unusually inauspicious black. It was not black smoke that obscured the light, but a void that erased all color.
And in the middle of the wall, between the two wings… was a pile of wine bottles.
Champagne bottles piled together, haphazardly forming a small mountain.
It projected onto the wall, condensing into a vague human figure.
It was impossible to tell if the figure was facing them or with its back to them. All that could be seen was that his arms were spread wide, as if embracing the sun.
And in the shadow cast by the sun, stood a woman with her head bowed.
She wore a hat with a feather and a pale green satin dress. It was the classic Iris Flower fashion, a style worn by many ladies and noblewomen.
She lowered her head, facing the mural, her hands clasped together over her chest. She looked like a devout believer praying.
That black smoke was slowly entering her body, wisp by wisp.
Although her back was to them and her face could not be seen at all… Arsen felt that she looked somewhat familiar.
…Have I seen her somewhere before?
The “elevator platform” under their feet had not yet landed completely. The group in the air looked at this strange scene, momentarily lost in thought.
Seeing no one speak, Isabel volunteered, “Shall I go talk to that lady?”
She wasn’t the type who particularly enjoyed chatting. But at the moment, she was the only girl in the team, so perhaps she could find some common ground with the other person.
If it had been half a year ago, she definitely wouldn’t have dared to talk to strangers. But now, Isabel was already skilled in greetings and social interaction.
However, Eivass stopped her.
“…No, not yet.”
He frowned slightly, feeling a sense of foreboding.
—Why would there be a living person at the bottom of the wine cellar?
Yes, a living person.
With the abilities of a top healer and the special vision provided by his missing eye, Eivass could instantly assess a person’s life force status. In simple terms, he could see their health bar.
This trick was definitely useless against top Phantom Demons—like Heavenly Envoys, but it was effective against living people. After all, this trick was essentially for the convenience of healing… to prevent those who could endure particularly well, saying they were fine while their bodies were in a complete mess.
—This person is definitely alive, and not of a high Energy Level. At least not Third Tier…
Because it was from Third Tier onward that life force began to surge. Extraordinary beings below Third Tier could be instantly killed if their weak points were hit.
So the question arose.
Didn’t the Blood Heavenly Envoy already kill the Child of the Moon? None of the ritual performers who summoned Him were alive… And this cellar had only just collapsed, yet she had been here for a long time. Most importantly, she saw such a terrifying scene… and not only was she not panicked at all, but she was calmly praying here.
Eivass didn’t know how long she had been here.
But where there’s smoke, there’s fire.
He had the confidence to solo the Blood Heavenly Envoy, which was why he dared to bring Isabel with him for assistance. She was, after all, still pregnant, and if there was any danger, no matter what Isabel said, Eivass would definitely not have let her come.
Eivass was quite familiar with the Blood Heavenly Envoy, but this strange, unfamiliar woman…
As if she heard something, she lowered her hands.
She turned her head, her lips moved, and she uttered a soft voice:
“In the beginning, sin did not exist on the earth.
“Until someone committed an unforgivable sin, the sun wheel reversed, and the candle fire burned backward…”
When the woman turned her head, Eivass saw her eyes clearly.
Dim yellow eyes, with an extremely complex gaze.
…Is this the Twilight Path?
But it didn’t seem to be.
There were terrifying black markings on her face, making what might have been a somewhat delicate face look grotesque and ugly.
“Because of his selfish desires, all beings in this world fell into an inescapable eternal cycle of reincarnation.
“The rich remain rich in the next life. The poor remain poor in the next life. Heroes remain heroes in the next life. Sinners remain sinners in the next life.
“The blind and foolish walk on the earth, and the false starry sky obscures the heavens. People are born here and die here. They cannot see the true sun, nor can they see the true stars.
“Within the prison, meaninglessness and pain sweep the earth like a flood. Past suffering will surely come, and past sins will surely be committed.
“The future becomes the past, and the past is also the future. Time flows backward, and countless ages turn. It is only because he was not satisfied that all meaning, all joys and sorrows of all beings, turned into nothingness…”
As she recited word by word, one black mark after another appeared on her face. The dim yellow glow in her pupils became brighter and brighter.
—Eivass knew, she was talking about the “Serpent.”
At that time, the Serpent was still the Heavenly Envoy of Samsara—the Heavenly Envoy of Self-Destruction, the Heavenly Envoy of Restart and Rebirth.
Ever since he abandoned the Ouroboros Ring and obtained the Endless Knot… he became the current Ring Heavenly Envoy.
Who would be an enemy of the Heavenly Envoy of Samsara?
That answer flashed before his eyes.
—Void!
At that instant, Eivass felt his heart explode.
He was like a startled cat, and extreme fear and shock overwhelmed him.
The Void was leaked?!
How could this be!
He had never felt such a strong sense of crisis—not even when facing the Supreme Heaven had he felt such fear.
And the woman merely gazed at Eivass.
“The time is ripe. Serpent, steeped in sin, rise to meet me. I am your savior.”
Her eyes seemed to hold no one else, fixing on Eivass with those amber-like dim yellow pupils.
In Eivass’s vision, her pupils spun and enlarged—and after enlarging to their limit, a door slowly opened.
Opening that door revealed the woman again. The entire world continued to spin, her pupils enlarged and opened again, revealing another new door.
One door opens, one door opens, one door…
The chanting, the prayers, the songs, the bells, the cries of sorrow, the cries of infants, the laughter of joy, the hysterical laughter…
The opening of doors became faster and faster, and the sounds became more and more chaotic.
The entire world was spinning, and countless doors, billions of mysteries assaulted his mind.
And a voice like a great bell boomed in Eivass’s heart:
“—Do not panic, do not resist, do not falter. Because I am holy, because I come with the gifts of countless worlds.
“Accept my grace, and I will forgive [your] sins.”
