670 The Valuable Asset of the Abyss (2/2)

Various other creatures were also floating in midair.

Some were moon spirits, some were half-dragons, some looked like humans, and some others were simply some sort of odd creature. But they had a common characteristic, a huge head.

The head on them took up at least one-third of their size. In the innermost layer, some were even missing their entire body. Only the head was left, put on a copper plate.

The abyss sages.

They were the demons who had inherited the blessing of the abyss and the legacy of Hyakume, and they had gathered here secretly.

The skull whose skin had withered so much that it resembled tree bark lay on the velvet pad, but it had a strong, fiery glow of tenacity in its eye sockets, and it gazed at Paganini. ”You have done a good job, Paganini, one worthy of praise.”

Paganini's eyebrow raised slightly. In so many years, he had rarely seen the skull that Hyakume relied heavily upon spoke, and rarely did anyone receive the skull's praise.

”As you all can see, I have fulfilled the first step of my promise, so, where's the stuff that I have asked for?” Paganini reached out.

On the withered skull, the fire in the eye sockets flickered. After a brief silence, he spoke again. Even though he had no lungs, he could control aether with his willpower, vibrate the air, and produce sound. ”We have brought it here, I hope that you can make good use of it.”

As soon as he said so, three abyss sages slowly floated out of the darkness. Next, heavy footsteps sounded — Flanked and guarded by the three demons, the thing slowly walked under the light.

It was a... person.

To be precise, it was a woman so obese and bloated that one almost couldn't bear to look directly at her. When she walked, it was as if a round mass of meat was sliding slowly on the ground. Every step she took set off waves of meat on her body. Moreover, her breasts that were of such exaggerated proportions that they were the size of a few heads was like a scene that would only appear in nightmares.

Paganini was stunned and looked at the woman who looked like she was only slightly more than forty years old. He turned back and asked the skull, ”Are you sure?”

The skull was indifferent. ”Don't be deluded by the appearance, Paganini. We searched for sixteen cycles in the realm of aether to find it, and spent a great price transferring it into this body.

”If you ask me whether it is what you want, I will tell you, it is.

”It is the loving mother who has nurtured countless lives, the venomous woman who has destroyed countless lives, the female saint who has saved countless lives, and the godly prostitute who is bearing countless lives in her.

”She is the catastrophe that has far surpassed countless catastrophes, an existence that is one of the four living creatures.

— The Dark Gaia! ”

The swollen woman didn't have the slightest bit of reaction to being sized up. Her eyes had an empty look and she merely breathed sluggishly. It was a container, a modified container.

The actual Dark Gaia did not even have a body, and no one could even summarize its state. Only by storing it in a physical container could it be transported from the distant realm of aether to the Physical World.

So, one need not pay attention to the appearance.

What really mattered was the internal.

Paganini looked at her, and she looked at Paganini.

Suddenly, Paganini's face felt itchy. He reached out and touched it, but he found that spot-like calluses had grown on the perfect body he had crafted. Meanwhile, a crack had appeared behind his ear where it itched, and something that resembled parotid glands was slowly forming.

He was shocked and took a few steps back. Then only did the abnormality on his face slowly subsided.

In the short span of just a few seconds, even the body created by Paganini had mutated under her gaze. Other than the Dark Gaia, no one in the world could do so much.

The skull had no expression, as if it was not deliberately watching him make a fool of himself.

”Paganini, do use it carefully.” It said, ”It is the most valuable asset of the abyss.”

”I understand.” Paganini took a white cloth from his lap and carefully unfolded it. He lifted his hand and draped the white gauze on the face of the swollen woman, obscuring her gaze. His movement was gentl, as if he was putting on the veil for a bride.

”Follow me.”

He held the hand of the obese woman flanked by the abyss sages, carefully guiding her, and walked toward the depths of the tomb. After passing through a long corridor, walking past innumerable cold, creepy reliefs, and entering dozens of doors, they walked onto a high, suspended platform.

Under the high platform was countless flashes of aether burning.

The silver streams of light converged into a vortex, and blazing flares rose into the sky. It was so glaring that it was impossible for one to look straight at it.

It was where Gaius cast Hecatoncheir in back then. It was also where the Anglos fished out the Lance of the Dragon Slayer once more. At the moment, after experiencing hundreds of years of whale fall, from the deepest part of the deep well of death, a horrifying existence was slowly brewing up once more, and it would soon wake up.

Paganini pulled her to the edge of the high platform, reached out, and took a stone knife from his hand.

The stone knife crafted from obsidian reflected Paganini's face.

The calm face that resembled both man and woman was so sere in the reflection of the blade.

A light flashed across.