Chapter 165 (1/2)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
After resolving the conflict between the white and black pigmen, Sui Xiong did not advance towards the southeast but along the border of nomads and farmers. He was wandering in the area of Orc Empire.
He found out that situations like the pigmens’ were very common. Among the Orcs, there were two branches of nomads and farmers in a tribe. Every time during autumn harvest, the two branches would have a war. Many battles among the tribe were very tragic, even to the point where they would be strewn with corpses. Comparatively, the pigmen’s wars that couldn’t kill, with wooden weapons, were considered mild!
Sui Xiong was too lazy to delve deep into the rights and wrongs. As long as it wasn’t one-sided pressuring and slaughter, he could cast a grand heat spell to have those Orcs go into chaos. As for those pure invasions and slaughters, he also had a big scale spell to cast, a collective weakening spell. That would make the invaders suddenly turn into soft-legged prawns, and
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Aiya aiya, This is really… really tragic…” Sui Xiong lied down in the boiling water that had sulphuric steam while he groaned in pain.
To be seated up by the entire orc God system was definitely not a happy experience. Even though he was quick to respond and well prepared, he had to take a few punches before he managed to flee.
The direction that he fled was a bottomless Abyss.
The Abyss was located in the “negative” ring of the world, which was a very dangerous and messy region. There were countless creepy spirits that gestated and various inexplicable things that could happen. The experts here were crowded but there was no order, not even a demi-god or even God-like level experts who might die obscurely by the road side in a remote corner of nowhere.
Sui Xiong noticed the pond after he came through to this dimension. At the bottom of the pond, there was something jumping slowly. It was a huge heart, he realized, when he took a closer look. Looking around carefully, he realised that the mountain where the pond was located was actually a huge human corpse. The vital wound of the corpse was on the chest. Although the heart had yet to be torn apart, the weird power had sunken in and wiped out its vigor.
The coordinates were given to him by the God of Justice and claimed them to be “definitely safe.” From what he saw then, the corpse might have belonged to the king of the Abyss; and the one who killed it was the God of Justice himself.
When Sui Xiong came through to this world his actual form was difficult to describe verbally. If he had to, it could probably be explained by the concept of “parallel world.” Countless worlds in various sizes paralleled with one another and formed a huge system, collectively known as Thousand Worlds.
In this realm there were four huge worlds that formed a magical ring. The ring of the world was categorised into four dimensions: material, spiritual, positive and negative.
There were multiple layers on material dimensions. For instance, the most commonly seen main dimension was star realm, where a sea of stars twinkled; element realm, heaven, and hell. The holy kingdoms of various gods were built on the material dimension, but the locations were different.
The spiritual dimension was crucial for the communication of each layer and world. For example, the heart realm was known as one of the main connections that linked up the Thousand Worlds. Taking in consideration that the other main connection in River Styx had higher risks, it could said to be the only practical main connection.
The positive dimension referred to order and life of worlds; it was different than heaven, and not anywhere beautiful. On the contrary, it was full of danger and disaster. It was akin to the saying, “Things always reverse themselves after reaching an extreme.”
The Gods Alliance Meeting’s Pantheon temple was the only reliable safe zone in the positive realm in the ring of the world. Besides that, various gods didn’t quite like stepping foot there.
The negative realm was the world of chaos and extermination. There wasn’t anything like “things always reverse themselves after reaching an extreme”; it was actually really ferocious and dangerous.
The power of the origins of the world flowed out from the positive realm, passed through the material realm and flowed into the negative realm. Then it flowed out from negative realm, passed through the spiritual realm, and flowed back into the positive realm, forming a huge cycle.
The Abyss was the most important world in the negative realm; or maybe it should be said, of many worlds. It was messily piled up by countless worlds in different sizes. Regardless of material or space, they were in a mess. There were many strong magic monsters that lived within, and they would attack and kill one another. They had the desire to rush to other worlds to cause damage.
The Abyss also had some areas that were comparatively more stable. Every area as such normally went through vigorous competition: the strong one that got to rule it would be known as the King of the Abyss. It was similar to other Gods and commanders in heaven and hell; just that these Kings were mostly the kind that were mentally abnormal, and the way they did things was not reliable. Besides some other crazy ones that were also mentally abnormal, there was no one else willing to mix with them.
Sui Xiong lied down in the pond that was transformed from a King’s corpse and absorbed the heat, that could even melt rocks, to slowly recover his injuries.
He was really severely injured and had to take a good rest.
But the world was not always as one wished. His injuries were only 20 to 30% recovered. He could feel the space in the border of the world shaking, and a bunch of spirits from other worlds dashed in to fight with the locals in the world.
The spirits in Abyss were normally known as devils, magic tribes, or demons; something along those lines. How many tribes were there? No one knew. But there was something that everyone knew: it was that these bastards didn’t practice any “fellowship of the same clan,” let alone “the wicked help the wicked.” When they met each other, most of them only wanted to kill the other party and eat them, to grow stronger by eating up the other’s power.
Stronger, stronger until they were strongest. Most of the devils thought only of this all day.
What is a monster? Monster meant chaos, from the beginning ’till the very end. Illogical and irrational. There was no way of communication.
In the front row of Pantheon temple, among the four gods from the origins of the world, there was The God of Chaos. It disappeared long ago; for tens of thousand years, no Gods had ever seen Him. Some thought that He had passed, but the invincible might ensure His throne to not shatter; some thought he was in deep sleep and uncertain of when He was going to wake up; even more thought that He had become the King of Devils in the deepest place of the Abyss, the existence of chaos, in essence.
Most of the devils were not entirely a chaotic existence, but the clarity of their brains was quite limited. Only when they were onto something very important would they maintain basic consciousness, and not to the point where they went crazy.