Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2488: Abyssal Convention (2)



At this moment, a group of figures, clad in white robes that shimmered with an otherworldly aura, emerged from the center of the platform. These were the envoys from the Haven, their presence commanding respect and awe.

One of the envoys stepped forward, his voice resonating with an ethereal power that silenced the crowd.

"Welcome, cultivators, to the Abyssal Convention," he announced, his words echoing across the platform. "You have all been chosen to participate in this sacred trial, a test of your strength, your courage, and your worthiness."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the assembled cultivators. "The Abyssal Rift is a place of great danger, a realm where chaos reigns supreme. But within its depths lie treasures of unimaginable value, secrets that can unlock the true potential of your cultivation."

"Those who prove themselves worthy will be granted access to the Haven, a sanctuary of peace and enlightenment, a place where you can further your cultivation and attain true immortality."

The envoy's words ignited a spark of ambition in the eyes of the cultivators. The Haven, a realm shrouded in mystery and legend, was a prize worth risking their lives for.

"The rules of the convention are simple," the envoy continued. "Descend into the Abyssal Rift, collect Chaos Crystals, and return to this platform. The cultivator who collects the most Chaos Crystals will be declared the victor and granted access to the Haven."

"But be warned," he added, his voice taking on a somber tone. "The Abyssal Rift is a treacherous place, filled with dangers that can shatter your body and soul. Many have entered the rift, but few have returned."

A hush fell over the crowd as the envoy's words sank in. The excitement was tempered with a sense of dread, the anticipation mixed with fear.

"The convention will commence in one hour," the envoy declared. "Prepare yourselves."

The cultivators dispersed, each seeking a quiet corner to prepare for the trials ahead. Yun Lintian found a secluded spot. He closed his eyes, entering a meditative state, calming his mind, and focusing his energy.

The hour passed quickly, and the signal for the commencement of the convention echoed across the platform. The cultivators gathered at the edge of the platform, their gazes fixed on the swirling vortex of chaotic energy that marked the entrance to the Abyssal Rift.

With a shared surge of adrenaline, they leaped into the rift, their figures disappearing into the swirling darkness. Yun Lintian followed close behind with Qi Jian and Qi Xu.

The swirling vortex of chaotic energy embraced Yun Lintian as he plunged into the depths of the Abyssal Rift. A cacophony of sights and sounds assaulted his senses - the screech of unseen creatures, the rush of chaotic winds, the oppressive weight of the abyss pressing down on him.

Yun Lintian felt a strange sense of disorientation, as if the very laws of reality were being twisted and contorted around him.

Amidst the chaos, a familiar sensation tugged at his awareness. The chaotic energy that permeated the rift resonated with a power he had encountered before, a power that had once wreaked havoc in his homeland, the Azure World.

"This energy..." Yun Lintian muttered, his brow furrowed in confusion. "The Abyssal Energy?"

Yun Lintian was shocked by how similar the energy here and the Abyssal Energy he encountered back to the Azure World. He couldn't understand the connection. How could this energy, so deeply intertwined with the Realm of Chaos, manifest itself in a world so far? Could it be there was a devil god here? The question gnawed at him, a puzzle he desperately needed to solve.

Seeing Yun Lintian's expression, Qi Jian thought that he was thinking of the Chaos Crystal. "Young Master Yun," Qi Jian began, his voice steady despite the chaotic maelstrom swirling around them, "The Chaos Crystals are fragments of solidified chaotic energy, scattered throughout the rift. They are exceptionally pure, much purer than the Spirit Beads. Anyone can absorb them without any consequences."

Qi Jian continued, his voice taking on a didactic tone as he explained the intricacies of Chaos Crystals. "The crystals vary in size and purity, Young Master Yun. The larger and purer the crystal, the more potent its energy. They can be used to enhance one's cultivation, refine artifacts, and even break through bottlenecks."

Qi Xun, who had been listening intently, added his own insights. "Finding the Chaos Crystals requires a keen sense of perception, Young Master Yun. They are often hidden in areas where the chaotic energy is most concentrated, places where the very fabric of reality is distorted and unstable."

He gestured towards a swirling vortex of chaotic energy in the distance, its darkness pulsating with an ominous light. "Those areas are often teeming with Void Creatures, drawn to the potent energy of the crystals. You must be cautious, Young Master Yun."

Yun Lintian nodded, absorbing their words. He could sense the chaotic energy swirling around him, a palpable presence that tugged at his senses, beckoning him to explore its depths.

Just as he was about to say something, a discordant voice cut through the air, laced with arrogance and disdain.

"Qi Jian, you pathetic excuse for a cultivator!" the voice sneered. "Still clinging to the coattails of others, I see."

A figure emerged from the swirling chaos, his robes bearing the insignia of the Abyssal Kingdom. He was tall and lean, his face sharp and angular, his eyes glowing with a malevolent

light.

Qi Jian's expression hardened as he recognized the newcomer. "Liu Feng," he spat, his voice laced with contempt. "What brings you here, you treacherous snake?"

Liu Feng sneered, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "I'm here to win the Abyssal Convention, of course," he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance. "And to put you in your place, once

and for all."

He glanced at Yun Lintian, his eyes filled with disdain. "Who is this weakling you've brought along? Another one of your charity cases?"

Qi Jian's fists clenched, his anger rising. "This is Yun Lintian, a guest of the Golden Qilin Kingdom," he retorted, his voice laced with warning. "Show some respect."

Liu Feng scoffed, his laughter echoing through the rift. "Respect?" he sneered. "Why would I show respect to a weakling from a lesser kingdom?"

He stepped closer to Yun Lintian, his aura flaring with a palpable hostility. "You don't belong here," he snarled. "This is a competition for true cultivators, not for pampered princes playing at being heroes."

Yun Lintian's eyes narrowed as he said. "If you have something to say, say it with your sword,

not your tongue."

The surrounding temperature dropped instantly...