"Where is he?"
An invisible gaze cast down from the heavens, continuously scanning the Douluo Continent. But after a long while, it still found nothing.
"The aura was clearly in this plane just now. How?"
These hesitant words came from an unknown murmur...
Beneath an unnamed dark abyss, there existed a realm rarely tread by human feet. Its name: "Poison Abyss."
A river flowed through the Poison Abyss. The black liquid was not flowing river water, but rather a convergence of all toxins in the world. This Poison Abyss was like a vast and complex ecosystem, filled with extreme poison while perfectly blending horror with strange beauty.
This place seemed to be a gathering ground for poisonous creatures—venomous insects, serpents, and spiders multiplied here, spying on intruders in the darkness.
A palace towered within, constructed from stacked black stones, its surface covered with bizarre runes, surrounded by circles of purple mist filled with extreme poison. The ghostly light emanating from it made this palace appear like an entrance to hell.
Inside the palace, a narrow passage led deeper within.
On both sides of the passage walls hung various poisonous creature specimens, and the sound of dripping venom was hair-raising. Poisonous gas permeated the air, filled with the stench of decay, suffocating.
This was the Divine Realm.
And this palace was precisely the dwelling of the God of Poison.
The God of Poison—a 2nd-Class god of the Divine Realm, once a subordinate god of the 1st-Class God of Rakshasa, and rarely did any gods associate with him.
At this moment, the God of Poison sat upon his throne. His eyes were cold, hand gripping a poison blade, its tip emitting lethal light.
However, his sinister cold eyes were currently flashing with light, with different scenes faintly appearing in the depths of his eyes. But as time passed, the scenes in his eyes flashed slower and slower, and the confusion in his gaze grew increasingly thick.
After a long while, his brows slightly furrowed. "What's going on? It was clearly in the Douluo Plane, how could I not find it?"
It turned out that just now, the God of Poison had felt a tremor in his heart—he had clearly sensed that in the lower planes of the Divine Realm, a genius of the poison path had appeared! According to his instinctive judgment, this genius in the lower plane had talent in the poison path that even surpassed his own. Not only could he inherit his godhood, but there was also the possibility of advancing the 2nd-Class god position further to become a 1st-Class god. Thus, he had developed the intention of establishing this person as the inheritor of the God of Poison's divine legacy.
But when the God of Poison cast down his gaze, he discovered that this lower plane was precisely the homeland of the current Sea God—the Douluo Plane. This made him, as a 2nd-Class god, hesitate.
After all, as a subordinate of the God of Rakshasa, the God of Poison naturally knew that the Sea God lineage and the Rakshasa God lineage were not on good terms. And according to some rumors, he learned that the current Sea God and the God of Rakshasa who should have been his current superior were actually mortal enemies. And in the end, this generation's God of Rakshasa had died at the Sea God's hands.
Moreover, with the God of Rakshasa's divine position left without a successor, these 2nd-Class and 3rd-Class gods subordinate to the God of Rakshasa actually all fell under the command of the God of Destruction. And the current situation in the Divine Realm was well-known—the God of Destruction and the Sea God were not on good terms.
It was precisely because of this that the God of Poison hesitated.
Of course, this hesitation was not about whether to pass on his divine legacy. Rather, he was hesitating whether he should go pledge allegiance to the Sea God next.
Because he knew clearly that the God of Destruction actually rarely concerned himself with such matters. Moreover, he, the God of Poison, was merely a 2nd-Class god. Putting himself in others' shoes, he believed even more that the God of Destruction wouldn't care.
So if he wanted his divine position to be smoothly inherited, shouldn't he obtain the consent of the Sea God, this host?
He didn't want his inheritor to fail because of certain matters.
(God of Poison: Phoenix God, I'm definitely not alluding to you. Of course, your matter is just my speculation. After all, I always think in dark directions. It's just my nature.)
Just as the God of Poison was hesitating, he made up his mind! First, find the person and see if he could do it secretly, saving himself from future difficulties.
Surely if he did it sneakily, the Sea God wouldn't discover it.
However, when he went to search, he discovered that the aura of his desired inheritor had actually disappeared. In other words, either he was dead, or he was no longer in the lower plane.
Instantly, the God of Poison's face turned ugly.
He couldn't accept either of these two situations. Because regardless of which one, it meant he couldn't descend with his divine legacy.
He had finally found one, how could he just let it go!
But no matter what, not finding him meant not finding him.
Thus, the scene before his eyes appeared.
"Could it be that I really have to go find the Sea God?"
If he wanted to search extensively, it would definitely alert the Sea God.
When that time came, what should he do?
Under countless thoughts, the God of Poison made his decision.
In the next second, he stepped out of the divine palace, left the Poison Abyss, and sped off in one direction. And that place was precisely the direction of the Sea God's divine palace. Clearly, the God of Poison had decided to pledge allegiance.
...
Meanwhile, in the Undead Demiplane.
"Let's leave." Glancing at the bone dragon rolling about in the poison swamp, Chen Junting said to Dugu Xin and Ning Tian.
At this moment, Ilex had already returned to the second sea of consciousness.
Chen Junting immediately waved his large hand, and a gray light suddenly appeared!
In the next second, the three figures vanished from the Undead Demiplane. And at this moment at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, a gray hexagram simultaneously appeared, directly startling the Aromatic Silk Beauty.
Seeing it was Chen Junting's group of three, the Aromatic Silk Beauty let out an imperceptible sigh, seemingly indicating the regret in her heart. Then, she quickly transformed her expression to one of worry.
This face-changing speed...
Absolutely top-tier!
"You've finally returned!"
Before Dugu Xin and Ning Tian could recover their senses, the Aromatic Silk Beauty's worried tone instantly sobered them up.
Afterward, Chen Junting's teasing words attracted even more of their attention. "Youyou, could it be that you were worried about us?"
"Th-that's right, of course."
"Hehe, is that so?"
Chen Junting smiled without speaking, ruthlessly giving the Aromatic Silk Beauty's great flower a rub, not caring about her true thoughts.
After all, what could a lamb awaiting slaughter do?
Moreover...
At this moment, a thought suddenly arose in Chen Junting's heart—that was, several years ago, his contemplation regarding Dugu Xin's extreme poison.
The Aromatic Silk Beauty could overcome all poisons, and could be considered Dugu Xin's greatest nemesis. This point, he had to resolve.
Thinking to this point, he fixed his gaze on Youyou.
His pointed gaze instantly made the Aromatic Silk Beauty's "spine" go cold. Her entire body trembled violently, raising her great flower to "look" at Chen Junting, seemingly sensing that something bad was about to happen.
"Wh-what do you want to do!?"
"Hehehe—"
Chen Junting let out an inexplicable laugh, his large hand grabbing the Aromatic Silk Beauty's flower stem. "Let me see..."
"Noooo!"
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