Chapter 0.13 Deep Demonic Thoughts
“Then she…”
Qin Gou’s eyes, filled with astonishment, once again looked at Lin Youqing. If this world had no Fusheng Cave, then the Lin Youqing in front of him couldn’t possibly have been saved by the Black Robe in the same way he was…
He immediately sent a sound transmission to Kong Ling to ask if Lin Youqing had any catchphrases she often mentioned when they were together. Soon, Qin Gou heard that exactly the same sentence again: “The essence of a person, the soul, has no gender.”
An even more astonishing possibility then emerged in Qin Gou’s mind. That was, when he himself entered Fusheng Cave back then, what he went through at that moment was not just the life of his sworn silly sister, but also included the Youqing in front of him now. It had nothing to do with the Black Robe. Both Lin Youqings were pulled back from the brink of death by Old Qin’s own strenuous persuasion.
Thus, the so-called “Fusheng Cave” was indeed much more mystical and mysterious than Qin Gou had imagined.
“Fellow Daoist Lin, given that our Natal Dharma Aspects might have a certain connection, and we are so fated, could we have a detailed chat when we have free time?” Qin Gou asked with a smile.
Lin Youqing had clearly guessed Qin Gou’s identity at this moment. Although she had heard many terrifying rumors about him, due to Kong Tou’s daily nagging and the subtle long-term influence, she also had many positive impressions of Old Qin. She immediately cupped her fists and said, “It is my honor, little scholar.”
Qin Gou nodded and smiled, “Alright, the time is almost up. I will personally go to find Mo Qingyang now. Kong Tou, you…”
“This disciple will go with Master!” Kong Ling said without hesitation.
“This little scholar has also decided to go with Sister Ling!”
“Very well.”
Watching the determined gazes of the two, Qin Gou said no more. With a single thought, an ancient gate, filled with swirling blood mist and a desolate aura, appeared before everyone. Qin Gou took the lead, striding into it.
…
Beneath the dark purple sky, a strange aura permeated every corner. Being here felt as if one were constantly being watched by countless unseen eyes. The crimson pendant in Qin Gou’s palm, used to communicate with the Demon Lord’s Tower, began to tremble gently, allowing him to immediately sense many things in his surroundings, making his expression involuntarily grow even more peculiar.
“Master, it seems we’ve still been discovered,” Zhao Xinting suddenly said in a low voice.
As soon as the words fell, a ball of evil black cloud, with astonishing speed visible to the naked eye, surged forth to cover the sky. The person at the forefront, Mo Qingyang, had eyes filled with shock and venom.
“It really is you!”
At this moment, his gaze completely ignored Zhao Xinting, Ye Qishuang, and others who were also no small threat. He didn’t even look at Kong Ling, but his bloodshot eyes fixed intently on Qin Gou’s face.
“Old Demon Qin, I truly never expected to meet you again in this lifetime!”
Qin Gou spread his hands and said, “Who isn’t? However, Old Demon Mo, you probably don’t know that these words would be more fitting coming from me.”
As it happened, Qin and Mo’s current state of mind was exactly the same. Both felt a sense of wonder that a person who had ‘died and come back to life’ had suddenly appeared before them.
“Heh, I don’t know and I don’t care why you faked your death before to deceive the world. Because I bet correctly, and you actually dare to chase after me. Do you know what kind of place this is?” Mo Qingyang clearly didn’t understand the meaning of Qin Gou’s words, but at this moment, he didn’t care.
“Of course I know.” Qin Gou, based on his current understanding, told the truth and said, “Your guaranteed tomb? A geomantically auspicious spot.”
“Idiot! This is the passage to my Abyss’s ‘Divine Bridge Sanctuary’! A place where I once communicated with the Supreme Demon God, and you humans are qualified to set foot here?” Mo Qingyang roared with ferocious eyes.
“What?”
Qin Gou suddenly thought, wasn’t this also the entrance to the place where he and Nine Saint Monarch jointly severed the Divine Bridge and cut off the connection between the Demon God and the Abyss? Sensing the intact layers of ambushes all around, how did the two of them manage to find the Divine Bridge back then without damaging these killing formations? Could it be that there was an inside mole among the Ten Pillar Demon Lords?
Suddenly, large ancient trees began to emit a scarlet radiance. The fine grit stirred up by the wind was also dyed with blood. Beneath the dark purple, evil sky, it had gradually become a terrifying world filled with bloody light, a symbol of the awakening of the endless killing formations.
Mo Qingyang, who had been puzzled in the dark as to why these killing formations, which should have attacked on their own, had remained inactive, suddenly burst into laughter. “Qin Gou, you finally realize it, don’t you? If it were any other place, I might have feared you a little, but in this Divine Bridge Sanctuary, you humans are mere insects to be directly annihilated!”
“These killing formations are indeed very strong.” Qin Gou nodded slightly. The spiritual seals that he rapidly formed with his hands gave the illusion that he was about to resist with all his might.
“Master!”
For a moment, Zhao Xinting, Ye Qishuang, Debt Girl, and the others unhesitatingly stepped forward from behind him, standing firmly to his left and right, guarding him.
“How laughably futile. These ancient killing formations were born along with the Divine Bridge, you cannot resist them! Moreover, it’s easy to let you in, but it’s not so easy to get out now. No matter how you try to escape, you will be powerless!” Mo Qingyang, his grand plan succeeding, was overcome with excitement and laughed maniacally. “Why don’t I give you some advice?”
“Come, attack me directly! Kill me! In the Divine Bridge Sanctuary, with your foreign bloodlines, if you dare to harm even a single hair of my Abyss Citizens, I believe these ancient killing formations will suddenly accelerate, making your deaths even more satisfying!”
“Qin Gou, why aren’t you speaking? I, for one, absolutely do not want to miss the deathbed words of such a powerful enemy as you!”
Old Qin frowned with great disdain. “Aren’t you done speaking? These layers of killing formations can perform quite a few tricks. I’m almost too busy just looking at them one by one!”
“Wh-what?”
Mo Qingyang let out a scream, not only out of confusion at Qin Gou’s words but also because he was shocked to realize that the deadly killing formations all around, for some unknown reason, had suddenly shifted their target. They were no longer aimed at Qin Gou and the others but seemed to be locked onto his own direction.
“Is it an illusion?”
For a moment, Mo Qingyang’s eyes were filled with absurdity. As if testing the scalding hot water in a foot basin, he suddenly poked his toe forward and quickly retreated to his original position, sensing again… Alright, this time he was sure. All the killing formations nearby were genuinely covering him alone! It was like a host of soldiers at the ready, waiting only for an order to swing their sabers and end lives in an instant.
“Why? Why! Even the ‘Divine Bridge Sanctuary’ believes that you, Qin Gou, are more like a demonic leader than I, a genuine Abyssal ancient race member?! Demon God above, how deep and terrifying are your demonic thoughts to make this happen?!”
