Chapter 1053 - 1051: Seeking the Mother of the Other Shore Flower, Entering the Bottomless Abyss, Treading the Yellow Springs Road

Chapter 1053: Chapter 1051: Seeking the Mother of the Other Shore Flower, Entering the Bottomless Abyss, Treading the Yellow Springs Road

"What’s wrong, is it inconvenient?"

Seeing Meng Nu’Er’s expression, Jun Xiaoyao asked.

Meng Nu’Er slightly shook her head and said, "No, it’s just that the Supreme Venerable is not within our ancestral land."

"Even for our own people, seeking an audience is incredibly difficult."

Meng Nu’Er conveyed her meaning.

If it’s so difficult for their own kind to meet, an outsider would find it even harder.

"May I ask where the Supreme Venerable of your race is located?"

No matter how challenging, Jun Xiaoyao would make the journey.

"Enter the Bottomless Abyss, tread the Yellow Springs Road, cross the Bridge of Helplessness, and you will see our Supreme Venerable," Meng Nu’Er said.

Jun Xiaoyao was indeed aware that in the Other Shore Continent, there was a place called the Bottomless Abyss.

That place resides in the deepest part of the Other Shore Continent and is said to be the Forbidden Land of Ten Thousand Spirits.

No creatures dare to venture there under normal circumstances.

And by the tone of Meng Nu’Er’s words, it was clear that the Yellow Springs Road and the Bridge of Helplessness were not paths easily traversed.

"Thank you for letting me know." Jun Xiaoyao slightly bowed his hands.

"Are you really going to go? It’s not easy to pass through it, let alone how our Supreme Venerable will view you."

Meng Nu’Er advised.

Normally, if it’s unrelated to major matters concerning the race,

even the powerful members of the Other Shore Race wouldn’t dare to easily go and disturb the Mother of the Other Shore Flower.

Not to mention Jun Xiaoyao, an outsider whose Supreme strength amounts to little more than an ant before the Mother of the Other Shore Flower.

She truly couldn’t understand why Jun Xiaoyao was so determined to meet the Mother of the Other Shore Flower.

"It’s merely to seek an answer to a question in my heart, to resolve a doubt." Jun Xiaoyao smiled, not elaborating.

Meng Nu’Er was tactful enough not to interrogate Jun Xiaoyao further.

"Alright then, your choices are your own freedom," Meng Nu’Er stopped advising.

Jun Xiaoyao was preparing to head to the Bottomless Abyss.

Xuan Yue was determined to follow as well.

Jun Xiaoyao did not refuse.

He felt that, to some extent, Xuan Yue seemed to have a subtle connection with the Ghost-faced Woman.

Next, Jun Xiaoyao temporarily bid farewell to Meng Nu’Er and headed with Xuan Yue to the Bottomless Abyss.

This news stirred quite a commotion in the Other Shore Continent.

After all, the Bottomless Abyss was no kind place, and people entering without returning was commonplace.

Seven days passed.

Jun Xiaoyao and Xuan Yue arrived in a desolate land.

Gray mist enveloped the area, shrouding everything in mystery.

The world was dim, with dead vines and trees, and cawing crows.

Occasionally, skeletal remains could be seen along the roadside, some still exuding an unusual pressure even after tens of thousands of years.

There were even behemoth skeletal remains as tall as mountains.

It was indeed a place that sent chills down one’s spine.

"Are you afraid?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

Xuan Yue’s face was slightly pale, not out of fear.

But because the energy there was too intense, making her complexion pale.

"Not afraid," Xuan Yue bit her lip and shook her head.

No matter how treacherous the land, as long as she was by Jun Xiaoyao’s side, she felt warmth.

"Alright."

Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

As he continued deepening his path, a chasm appeared ahead, bottomless like an abyss.

"That’s the Bottomless Abyss."

Jun Xiaoyao did not hesitate and leapt down with Xuan Yue.

Initially, Jun Xiaoyao thought the Bottomless Abyss was just a namesake.

And indeed it was.

One hour...

Two hours...

One day...

Two days...

Even accelerating their descent, Jun Xiaoyao and Xuan Yue had yet to reach the bottom.

Finally, after seven days.

Their feet touched solid ground.

Both Jun Xiaoyao and Xuan Yue were momentarily stunned.

Because in front of them, there was a dim yellow light.

A scene unfolded like a blood-red sunset!

A road stretched into the distance.

On either side of the road, crimson Other Shore Flowers bloomed, forming a dazzling yet eerie sea of flowers.

"So beautiful..."

Xuan Yue couldn’t help but mutter.

Who would have thought that at the bottom of the Bottomless Abyss, such a scene existed?

Blood-red sunset, Other Shore Flower sea, and a solitary road extending into the unknown distance.

"Let’s go." Jun Xiaoyao exhaled lightly.

No matter how strange, he would pass through, to seek an answer.

At the start of the road, there was a stone tablet engraved with:

Yellow Springs Road, never look back.

Jun Xiaoyao exhaled; this should be the Yellow Springs Road Meng Nu’Er mentioned.

Walk the Yellow Springs Road, then cross the Bridge of Helplessness, and he could meet the Mother of the Other Shore Flower.

"Remember, once you tread the Yellow Springs Road, don’t look back or retreat," Jun Xiaoyao advised.

"Understood," Xuan Yue nodded.

Jun Xiaoyao and Xuan Yue started their journey.

Surprisingly, the anticipated threats did not appear.

They seemed to be walking on a regular road.

However, Jun Xiaoyao knew it couldn’t be that simple.

After who knows how long they walked.

Xuan Yue suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Noticing something amiss, Jun Xiaoyao did not turn around, but directly asked, "What’s wrong?"

"I hear... a voice..." Xuan Yue’s voice trembled slightly.

"A voice?"

Jun Xiaoyao frowned; he heard nothing.

"Is it... brother?"

Xuan Yue’s voice came again.

In her ear, a warm and familiar voice resounded.

"Xuan Yue, you came to bring me back from the lost reincarnation?"

"Brother?"

The voice came from behind her, and Xuan Yue genuinely wanted to turn around and see.

But as they had just set foot on the path, Jun Xiaoyao had warned her not to look back.

"Xuan Yue, aren’t you going to look at your brother? Your brother really wants to see what you look like as you grow up."

The voice came again.

Xuan Yue bit her lip so hard that it almost bled.

Before meeting Jun Xiaoyao, the only meaning in her life was to revive her brother.

Even though she knew now that chances were slim to none, almost impossible.

"Xuan Yue, brother is really sad; won’t you spare me even a glance?"

That voice came again.

Xuan Yue’s delicate body trembled; her face slightly turned.

At that moment, a voice with a hint of coldness sounded.

"Don’t look back!"

Jun Xiaoyao’s voice was like a cold splash on Xuan Yue’s head.

Then, Xuan Yue felt her hand being held.

Jun Xiaoyao took Xuan Yue’s hand and led her forward.

Sensing the warmth from his grip, Xuan Yue took a deep breath and steadied her mind.

"Xuan Yue, you’ve betrayed your brother by choosing that man?"

An angry voice came from behind.

"No, you’re not my brother; my brother isn’t like that," Xuan Yue calmed down.

She followed Jun Xiaoyao forward.

As for Jun Xiaoyao, he too faced countless distractions.

His loved ones, his friends.

Even Jiang Shengyi’s voice emerged, with a voice of blood-soaked tears.

But Jun Xiaoyao ignored it all.

Among the younger generation, if Jun Xiaoyao’s will ranked second.

Then no one would dare claim first.

In front, the end of the road appeared.

They both successfully traversed the Yellow Springs Road.

Even though it seemed simple.

But those haunted by obsessions would find it hard to pass.

"Thank you, Young Master." Xuan Yue slightly lowered her head, saying.

Her jade-like hand was still held by Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao casually released his grip, saying, "You can follow me from now on, but I don’t want you to be a burden."

"Understood." Xuan Yue tightly clenched her jade-like hands, nodding firmly.

Jun Xiaoyao has given her a new meaning in life, she would certainly not give up lightly.

Next, the two continued their journey.

Soon, thick fog lay ahead.

A river appeared.

And a bridge spanning the river, extending into the depths of the fog.

They had reached the Bridge of Helplessness.