CHAPTER 81: CHAPTER 79 LET YOU HAVE A GOOD TIME (REQUEST FOR FIRST SUBSCRIPTION)

In the room, Li Qing adjusted the air humidifier.

"Since they like to lean against the window to watch the living room, the sensor router? Watch the Ancient Gods? Watch the cameras? Then let them lean there and watch to their heart’s content."

"How about a simple murder scene with a corpse being dragged?"

After all, Li Qing set a mental institution as the cosmic framework for his Crystal Series universe.

The route is clear, just follow this background directly.

"The room’s sand table is ultimately insufficient; as times evolve, the world map outside should also be expanded for them."

...

Whoosh.

The gigantic black dragon, immensely large, soared into the sky.

The Crystal Wall above cascaded golden light, traversing the medieval island cities below.

Wadon, the wizard apprentice, stood on the broad, jagged black dragon’s back and said to the other two, "It’s said there are ten layers in the Abyss. It’s called the Abyss because most sink into the seawater, with the land merely the tip of the iceberg."

"The Abyss is dangerous, and you’re not ready to venture there yet."

Sylph stood atop the great dragon’s head, the fierce wind blowing, strands of her dark green hair fluttering behind:

"Most of the Creation Gods are in the deep sea, with their Wizard Towers, constantly creating strange deep-sea creatures that slaughter each other. The seabed abyss has become a bloody Beast Fighting Arena of the Gods."

The vast and immense dragon’s wings spread wide like a basketball court, swiftly soaring mid-air, continuously flying towards the Crystal Wall.

Below, they traversed through desolate, primitive medieval stone cities, occasionally spotting a solitary Wizard Tower standing in the deep sea.

"That’s a dragon!"

"Headmistress Sylph’s dragon!"

Many people in the city streets pointed to the sky, chattering away.

Whoosh.

As the Demon Dragon traversed, they saw a shocking scene!

The originally clear and transparent Crystal Wall was now shrouded in mist, seemingly forming swirling vortexes that cloaked it in deeper chaotic space.

And amid the thick fog, a vague and vast silhouette of a Giant God emerged, exuding an incredible aura.

The fog was spreading.

With the giant’s silhouette, two faint signal waves seemed to come from afar.

Those signals drifted in the chaos as if they were the Atabians’ graveyard, like broken messages from another world, emitting fearful and inexplicable cries:

"The realm of eternity, the perished homeland, the ferryman of civilizations, we won’t go there, won’t go there..."

"The unendurable chaos of the world, travelers walking in the endless void... the Hekris civilization will be buried here for eternity."

"Don’t go, don’t take us there..."

"There’s no hope... how could there be hope... it was impossible from the start..."

...

"What is that!? What is that?!" The Slime Monarch and the three Abyss Dominators, as symbols of the Abyss, had already arrived.

"Those two signals just now were from exotic civilizations!"

The newly appointed Abyss Monarch Talus surfaced slowly on a giant black whale, speaking to Sylph in the sky:

"It’s chaotic, definitely not normal. They came with that giant, just like the Atabians’ graveyard!"

Sylph said, "Others might not understand its meaning: the ferryman of civilizations, ferryman... isn’t it the hardest and most tiring job?"

In this Abyss World, there are ships at various harbors, naturally with ferrymen, holding a tow rope to pull the ships, the lowest form of labor in this world.

Recently, they also discovered Herodotus’s Elf King’s graveyard drifting in the chaos, even occasionally approaching their world.

They just hadn’t managed to capture it.

And those two chaotic and mixed consciousnesses appeared to mirror the entire Civilization Cemetery, with thousands of voices shouting and wailing, like the hopeless abyss of vengeful spirits.

"Graveyard! It truly is a graveyard!"

"The graveyards of two unknown civilizations!"

Their exclamations were not yet over when their minds seemed to receive a terrifying impact, as they witnessed an unbelievable scene.

Soon, the giant in the chaos fully approached.

The endless chaotic air currents swirled around its body like mist, obscuring its true appearance, as a terrifying Demon God walking amid the numerous cold and silent Crystal Wall Worlds.

Thump thump thump.

Amid the dense fog, the eerie and spine-chilling footsteps resounded through the chaos, a vast rumbling echoing in the silence, appearing extremely terrifying.

As it neared, they saw that the giant was clad in a straw raincoat, casting a long shadow in the mist.

It wore an unknown burial shroud, stained with sinister red blood, dragging countless ropes behind, painfully pulling, brushing past their world.

In a fleeting glance, they vaguely saw the giant bring mist, his face fierce, subtly carrying a trace of ancient numbing pain, bizarrely rigid with a strange smile.

Thump, thump, thump.

Before they could react.

That cold and mysterious Ancient God had already passed through their world from the side, gradually drifting away.

In the desolate thick fog, it seemed as if an ancient Divine Spirit walked through epochs, and wherever he stepped was destruction.

"What was that just now???"

They were incredulous.

In their astonishment, they suddenly saw a stiff, decayed giant statue left in the distant haze outside, lying in a Crystal Wall coffin.

The cemetery information waves just now were sent from that person’s crowned head.

"It should be that terrifying forbidden presence wrapped in a shroud, holding a rope, dragging an ancient coffin through the void, casually tossing it here!"

At this moment, they finally understood where the cemetery’s horror and cries from the chaos outside their world came from.

They stood in front of the Crystal Wall, gazing far away, murmuring: "We only saw one coffin among them, the other cemetery should be further away."

In their hearts, they recalled that mysterious figure, unbelievable.

That mysterious existence was likely a forbidden presence that cleaned cemeteries from the chaos, maintaining purity in the chaos, a civilization cleaner.

Let everything return to dust, cleaning each cemetery of civilization in the chaos, dragging them to that Eternal place, extinguishing their homeland.

This "Ferryman" struggling behind with that large towrope might be towing thousands or tens of thousands of civilization cemeteries, having accidentally dropped two cemeteries.

"He dropped two cemeteries, what to do? Will he come back?" The Slime Monarch felt horrified, fearing that his nerves wouldn’t withstand another return!

"That kind of existence might not care, there are too many worlds, regular cleaning, and will come back next time." The Bone Dominator spoke, also somewhat afraid.

"To such an ancient existence, it’s just a few fallen leaves, returning to clean this chaos next time." The Demon Dragon Dominator’s voice was low, carrying a trace of panic.

Sylph was already full of disbelief.

In the chaos, exactly how many such terrifying and eerie existences are there??

And breaking into the chaos, what dire dangers will they face?

Sylph suddenly recalled the words of that Ancient Demon Monarch, describing a civilization as:

The demigod Gel of Sky Country broke through the Crystal Wall, entered the vast chaos, and disappeared, never returning...

That demigod might have fallen into the chaos, encountering an indescribable, unnameable Ancient God.

And the three elders, upon entering the Magic Academy for the second time, witnessed this scene, deeply fearful: "Oh my, what exactly did we see??"

"We are just three old men attending a Magic Academy, aren’t we?"

"This world is so dangerous!"

"It’s a giant, seeing that giant’s physique in the transparent coffin makes one tremble with fear."

...

They suddenly recalled a Greek myth where a god performed the most painful, lowest work.

Sisyphus, punished to push a boulder up a hill, whenever the stone was pushed to the top, it would roll back down. Yet he never gave up, day after day, persistently pushing the boulder all his life.

How similar it is before their eyes?

One is pushing a boulder, another is pulling a towrope.

But Sylph’s expression has changed.

Lately, Li Wanning told him Huaxia myth stories every night.

She thought of that persistent giant Kuafu, the painful persevering expression, sweat-drenched exhaustion, striding forward.

Extremely similar indeed.

Everyone present was deeply stirred, this profoundly stimulating their nerves.

Soon.

They began listening to the cemetery information, a mix of fragmented soul remnants, countless information entangled.

Still spreading their consciousness.

"Fate’s rope woven broken... Star Court annihilated... Gods fell to the ground..."

"Twilight enveloped the Seven-Layered Ghost Tower... The ending Hekris pierced the Royal Court with a tombstone... Twilight of the Gods... He alone broke into chaos..."

"Encountered Him... Hate! Hate! Hate!... The demigod is dead..."

The information was cold, intermittent, like ancient tombs in the deep cosmic chaos.

Though no specific information could be made out, it was clearly the afterglow of an ancient civilization’s cemetery, transforming into history buried in chaotic voids, within Crystal Wall gaps, lingering in this unknown distant place.

And they stared blankly at that coffin, suddenly thinking: We, the descendants, have already seen their footprints, perhaps someday will overlap with their steps!