NOVGO.NET Chapter 198: Abyssal Chain Asura, Ye Mo (4)
Chapter 198: Chapter 198: Abyssal Chain Asura, Ye Mo (4)
[Hmm… I mean no harm.]
At those words, Ye Mo turned toward the voice, which sounded ancient yet broken, and saw… a shadowy, smoky figure with no definite form.
It looked like a rippling figure reflected on water.
But Ye Mo smiled, seemingly unfazed by the being’s strange appearance, as he finally identified the culprit.
’So… what do you want from me by showing me all of this?’
The shadowy figure didn’t speak at first, seeming lost in thought, then replied:
[Nothing… I am just curious… as you carry a trace of… his… “Divine Blood.”]
Hearing this, Ye Mo finally understood a little and shook his head with a sigh, realizing that this being had misunderstood.
’Hey, you’ve got the wrong person. I’m from the Fire Yang Sect, not the Divine Blood Sect—’
[No… I can sense it, and… I’ve already found it… in you.]
Ye Mo frowned at the nonsense.
’What do you mean?’
Since when had he ever been part of the Divine Blood Sect?
He also knew a little bit about the so-called “Divine Blood” from what Brother Yan Moxuan had told him.
He understood it was a precious inheritance of the Divine Blood Sect, a treasure bestowed only upon the Twelve Emissaries.
As for what it did… he didn’t know, nor did he care.
And yet this being claimed he carried a trace of it? Ye Mo himself couldn’t even remember anything about that.
Silence stretched on as the shadowy figure said nothing further.
Ye Mo sighed.
’Hey, I don’t know who you are, but return me back. I don’t have time for this bullshit.’
He shook his head and shrugged.
The shadowy figure remained silent for a while, then finally spoke:
[Are…you… sure?]
At that strange question, Ye Mo gave the figure a weird look.
“Yes. Why would I want to stay here? I have a lot of things to do, you see—”
[Even if it means continuing to fight that “Anomaly”?] the shadowy figure interrupted, but this time the voice was no longer stammering….calm and serious.
Ye Mo paused at the sudden shift in tone, frowning.
’What do you mean?’
What anomaly was this figure even talking about?
Ye Mo was starting to become genuinely confused by this seemingly ancient being’s cryptic, riddle-like way of speaking.
But again, the shadowy figure said nothing.
Ye Mo’s frustration slowly grew at the figure’s unwillingness to explain or respond immediately.
Just as he was about to curse, the shadowy figure finally spoke.
[Well… it is… inevitable…]
Suddenly, Ye Mo couldn’t move as the shadowy figure slowly approached.
’What!?’
[Since you… have allowed me to… sense… someone familiar… after so long in..this…prison…]
The shadowy figure slowly outstretched its thin, mist-like hand and touched his forehead.
[…as a thank…I will… let… you… see… the… truth…]
Ye Mo braced himself, expecting pain, but to his surprise….nothing happened.
’Hmm? What did you do?’
He asked as he looked down at his body.
Suddenly, the restrictions around him were lifted, and he could move again but by then, the shadowy figure had already disappeared.
The grey world regained its color as it unfroze, and the snow continued to fall from the dark night sky.
Ye Mo looked around, wondering what the figure’s last words meant.
Then he remembered—he was still inside this strange space.
’Hey! At least let me out!’
He shouted again and again, but no answer came.
Just as his frustration peaked, he noticed a figure approaching from the distance.
“Ah, it seems Senior Brother has arrived.”
Thinking it must be the senior brother from the Fire Yang Sect who had found him, Ye Mo sighed slightly, about to continue cursing into the air—
But then multiple steps echoed across the snow, and a group of men appeared instead.
’Hmm?’
Ye Mo tilted his head, wondering if he had remembered wrong.
Then he noticed the group’s center…one man stood out the most as he wore a crimson veil that cover his face.
The moment Ye Mo’s eyes meet that figure—
His breath hitched.
tzk—tzk—TZZZRT—
His head ached.
TRRT—tzzzz—
’….What!?’
Ye Mo’s head suddenly throbbed, as if something sharp were crawling inside his brain.
BZZZT—krk—krkk—
Suddenly, the world seemed to turn hazy and colorful, as if… it were glitching.
Ye Mo clutched his head, continuing to watch the man at the center of the group…..the one calmly walking toward the half-dead younger Ye Mo, who looked nothing like anyone from the Fire Yang Sect.
No.
This man was far too beautiful.
Too dangerous… and too wrong.
He wore brilliant red wedding robes embroidered with black thread, the fabric flowing like liquid flame with every step.
His long black hair spilled freely down his shoulders, glossy and wild, framing a face so sharp and elegant it looked carved by the heavens.
And his eyes—
Crimson.
Not human crimson.
They glowed like molten jade, like two slivers of flame that could burn through the soul.
A faint smile curved his lips—too gentle, yet too cruel at the same time, as if admiring a particularly interesting butterfly pinned to a board.
He lifted one hand lazily, pushing aside a veil of red silk draped over him, revealing the rest of his expression.
Playful.
…and predatory.
Like a groom amused on his wedding night.
Ye Mo’s eyes widened.
’…Who the hell is that?’
The men accompanying the red-robed figure bowed deeply, trembling.
“Lord Emissary,” one said, voice shaking with reverence, “….there is a dying child ahead.”
The man in red let out a low hum of amusement, slowing his steps beside the half-dead younger Ye Mo lying in the snow.
He crouched down.
His scarlet eyes softened… not with compassion, but with interest.
As if he had discovered a rare treasure washed ashore.
A pale fingertip brushed the young Ye Mo’s cheek.
“Mm… what a pity,” he murmured, voice deep and smooth.
“So much potential… yet one foot in the grave.”
He smiled wider.
A smile both beautiful and terrifying.
“Lucky for you—”
His voice dropped into a seductive whisper,
“—I enjoy picking up discarded things~.”
Ye Mo’s adult self felt his heart jolt violently as a disgusting feeling crept through him.
Before he could process it—
He woke up.