Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road novel Chapter 823

Chapter 823: The First Demon Emperor [The Ancient Throne Hall] (1)

By relying on their survival instincts and their awareness of sounds, they managed to fight back and dodge the danger. Although their bodies were now covered in blood and wounds, their lives were safe.

No one knew how long it had been until they all fell down inside an ancient hall.

With a thud, their bodies hit the floor uncontrollably.

"Ouch! What a damn place!" Xiao Meng’s sharp voice echoed through the chamber. Because of her disrespectful behavior, she was soon suppressed by the suffocating aura.

Her body was pressed tightly against the floor, and she couldn’t even move.

Everyone’s pupils condensed slightly at the sight in front of them. As they struggled to stand up, they realized they had fallen into the Ancient Throne Hall, where a suffocating aura of malevolence and decay weighed heavily upon their souls.

Huge, cracked obsidian pillars stood like broken fangs, covered in glowing red runes. The walls were charred and covered in creeping black veins, pulsating with dark magic.

The floor was shattered, with cracks oozing black ichor that whispered and moved on its own.

Occasionally, ghostly figures flickered in and out, repeating their last moments in torment.

Floating debris and rifts in reality appeared randomly, revealing glimpses of a terrifying abyss.

The Ancient Throne Hall was not merely abandoned; it was cursed beyond redemption, a place where time and existence seemed to have begun to collapse.

To stand before the Abyssal Throne was to face the weight of untold centuries of suffering, ambition, and ultimate downfall. Those who entered may never leave, at least not as they once were.

At the far end sat the Abyssal Throne, a terrifying seat made of bone, obsidian, and unrecognizable materials. It glowed faintly with a sinister light, as if something terrible had once occupied it.

Just as Shenlian Yingyue was pondering what had happened here in the past, she fell into unfamiliar memories. Everyone found themselves in this strange situation, witnessing something horrifying yet memorable.

They saw betrayals by loved ones, hands stained with the lives of countless beings, hellish nightmares of centuries spent in loneliness, and the peak of existence where everything felt the same, from fleeting satisfaction to boredom, ultimately leading to nothingness.

To whom did these memories belong? They recalled experiences from birth to suffering and struggle, then to love and betrayal, culminating in the rise of a supreme lord.

Who stood before them? The figure’s face remained hidden, shrouded in darkness. An oppressive aura weighed heavily upon them.

Shenlian Yingyue and the others fought to maintain consciousness as memories began to unravel before her.

Faintly, she discerned that this silhouette belonged to a woman, a strikingly tall woman.

Once, ’she’ was a fragile, nameless soul, born into a ruthless realm where only strength prevailed. Lacking power meant waiting to be crushed, like refuse underfoot.

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