The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 561 Abyss Mineral Veins
Chen Guangming's breathing gradually became steady, yet it was still rapid, each breath seemingly rekindling the blue flames burning within him.

Enveloped in a chilling atmosphere, he could feel the warmth in his blood being drawn away little by little. This bone-chilling cold seeped into his heart and lungs, forcing him to focus more intently on controlling his body and not let any fear erode his mind.

Suddenly, a giant abyssal worm poked its head out, its large, scarlet eyes, filled with a fierce light, staring straight at David. A damp, foul stench, accompanied by sticky secretions, sprayed everywhere.

In this environment, few dare to look directly at the sharp teeth protruding from its mandibles covered by barbs. At this moment, the deadly terror makes all the undead tremble in fear, but in the midst of it is David—one of the strongest warriors of the Star-Eyed Clan, and the source of hope!
He calmly sidestepped to dodge, while simultaneously slashing out with his right hand, unleashing a blade of light interwoven with flames and ice, severing the giant tentacle in two.

The moment the tentacles were destroyed, all the cells seemed to freeze into brittle ice, while the intense heat wave rapidly burned and tore apart the remaining tissue, causing the opponent to scream and recoil.

But the battle has only just begun!
More worms seemed to gather at the sound, growling and howling, their strange tones revealing malicious snarls, as they rapidly approached like bloodthirsty beasts swarming towards their prey.

These colossal structures intertwined and spiraled, tearing apart the continuous fault lines and rubble, causing continuous ripples that spread throughout the entire space like deafening thunder!
Faced with such a perilous situation, David tensed his muscles and focused intently on mobilizing the dual elemental power within his body—the Frostfire Hunting Wind Sword Technique was immediately unleashed. He nimbly and fiercely darted between the crumbling boulders, each strike precise and deadly, repelling the attacking enemies one by one.

But these creatures were numerous and exceptionally resilient, and he soon felt fatigue creeping over him. Sweat and dust slid down his forehead, but he had no intention of stopping.

"Can't retreat!"

He gritted his teeth and unleashed an explosive sprint at the edge of the dead end, cutting down the enemy ranks in front of him with astonishing speed.

However, at that moment, more small, venomous needle-like creatures suddenly sprang out from the shadows. They were incredibly fast, attacking the warrior's joints and veins with their sharp venomous needles, increasing the burden and attempting to paralyze his movements.

This has made their initial advantage increasingly difficult to maintain, and has made the situation more complex and critical!
The scorching sword blade, burning and freezing, flashed with rainbow colors, colliding and surging with the surrounding thick, corrosive odor, triggering a powerful elemental reaction that exploded and reflected on the valley walls.

David's breathing was steady yet rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The cold air, mixed with a corrosive stench and the intense firelight, created an eerie and tense atmosphere around him.

Deep within the rift, those enormous abyssal worms writhed ceaselessly like a dark nightmare. Each slap and bite of their massive tentacles caused spiderweb-like cracks to spread across the ground, and fragments fell one after another.

He knew that he could not fight these ferocious creatures for long with just the strength of his sword, especially since their numbers were constantly increasing.

His gaze focused on the icy blue flames, and his lips parted slightly as he softly chanted an ancient incantation.

The wild power contained within the Frostwolf bloodline surged within him, a mysterious bloodline imprint left to him by his ancestors. When fused with chaotic energy, it could unleash an extremely rare and destructive gray flame.

This gray flame is different from common flames; it has the quality of devouring all pure life force and soul energy, making it the most effective and deadly blow against abyssal creatures.

David slowly squatted down, pressing his palm heavily against his chest. The Frostwolf bloodline within him began to surge intensely, and roars that seemed to come from the ancient wilderness welled up from the depths of his heart.

He closed his eyes, his whole body trembling as he merged his soul with the power of chaos—a power that swept through his consciousness like a storm, perfectly weaving together rage and calm.

When he opened his eyes again, a thick, murky cloud of gray smoke billowed from his mouth, like the remnants of a burned-out forest of the dead.

The air was instantly filled with a scorching, corrosive aura, while the gray flames tightly coiled around the outside of his sword, dancing endlessly like a living thing, radiating an irresistible destructive power.

"Now, it's time."

David muttered to himself as he steadily but swiftly approached the swarm of worms.

With each step he took, it seemed as if the entire space was shaking. The earth, being devoured and shattered, emitted a heart-palpitating cracking sound, and he felt countless tiny dust particles being drawn together by this oppressive force.

The worms sensed the threat. Their massive bodies twisted and crawled, splattering foul-smelling liquid everywhere. Sharp barbs and venomous needles covered their soft yet rock-hard skin, causing unspeakable pain with every touch.

However, they were unaware that an even more deadly danger was quietly approaching—the deadly gray flame trap was waiting to devour them completely.

David moved like lightning across the edge of the cliff, decisively choosing a large, spiderweb-like fault with a relatively weak spatial structure to set up his trap formation.

He placed his palm on the surface of the broken rock, releasing chaotic elemental energy from his body and simultaneously injecting it to activate the latent abilities of the Frostwolf bloodline.

Suddenly, countless tiny gray sparks appeared between the gaps in the shattered spatial layers. They were extremely hot and highly corrosive, creating a stark contrast with the surrounding frigid environment.

This is an asymmetrical game of using heat to combat cold and destruction to resist erosion.

David's face hardened with an iron will. He knew that once these flames erupted, there would be no turning back. For both himself and his enemies, it would be a matter of life and death. But at this moment, all his concerns were overwhelmed by his responsibility—for his people, for Liliana, and for protecting every glimmer of hope on this land!
"Lure them over."

He roared, his entire body erupting with surging blue soul flames, while deliberately exposing himself as bait, luring the abyssal worms to pounce on him with unusual frenzy.

They opened their terrifying maws, their sharp teeth seemingly capable of cutting through the very essence of the void, constantly tearing apart the illusory elemental layers in the air, disregarding the risk of spatial structure collapse just to pounce on their prey!
As the first wave of enormous tentacles swung down, the deafening roar shook the valley walls, and spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly across the earth. At that moment, the scorching gray flames encased in the blades exploded like a ferocious beast!
A plume of smoke, mixed with a pungent burning smell, filled the surroundings. Countless flying burning particles streaked across the dark sky like meteors, turning the view into a bleak orange-red hue!
The powerful impact destroyed the bodies of many large worms, whose highly toxic secretions quickly evaporated into vapor, reacting chemically with the heat wave in the air and triggering multiple small-scale chain explosions.

In an instant, the endless eerie groans turned into a shrill, desperate scream. Some creatures struggled desperately to escape the trap, but it was too late!

The battle gradually entered a heated phase. Every flash of blazing blade light was like a star falling from the sky, announcing the end of life in an extreme way.

The remaining small poisonous needles that stubbornly continued their attack were met with fierce resistance and were melted away in the raging torrent of flames.
Finally, as the thick smoke gradually dissipated, all was silent, leaving only the powdery ore shimmering with a faint, eerie blue glow under the dazzling fluorescent light. From the scorched earth, a hidden entrance vaguely appeared—the very location of the Pure Realm Stone vein!
This ore contains pure and clean energy, and is the only crucial resource capable of reversing the erosion of the brand and expelling the evil from the abyss.

Looking at the hard-won results before him, David let out a long sigh of relief. A wave of exhaustion washed over him, but a long-lost, determined smile appeared on his face.

He gently brushed the dust and sweat from his face, wiped the still-burning embers from the blade with his sleeve, and then slowly walked towards the entrance of the Pure Realm Stone mine, which was crystal clear and shimmered with a deep blue light.
Darkness still surrounds us, but the dawn is already faintly visible. With just a little courage and perseverance, we can illuminate the future path of the entire Star-Eyed Clan!

David stood at the entrance of the Pure Boundary Stone mine, the pale blue light illuminating his face. Beads of sweat mixed with dust slid down his face, dripping onto the hard rock with a soft sound.

The surrounding space seemed to freeze, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning and a corrosive stench, but at this moment everything seemed to become slightly more peaceful because of the faint fluorescent light.

David knew that this calm was just a brief respite before the storm.

He took a deep breath and stared at the Pure Realm Stone vein that emanated pure energy; the ore faintly revealed mysterious and intense power fluctuations.

Each Purification Stone seems to seal away the purest light of life in the world, making it the only and most precious treasure to resist the corruption of the abyss.

David slowly walked into the mine, the deep blue light guiding him deeper and deeper.

The cave is narrow and winding, and the rock walls are covered with fine cracks and spider web-like textures, which reflect the complex and unstable fault geology.

In addition to the corrosive smell, the air was also filled with faint, ominous whispers, the hissing sounds of the remnants of the evil consciousness from the abyss, haunting every inch of space like ghosts.

A slight tremor came from not far away—this was the awakening of hostility lurking in the shadows.

David stopped and took out the gathering tools he had prepared from his backpack.

This is a special device forged using Star-Eyed Clan runes and chaotic elements, which can preserve the original energy of the Purifying Stone to the maximum extent possible, preventing it from being contaminated.

He operated the instrument steadily with both hands, each strike precise and careful to avoid causing fault tremors or triggering unknown traps.

Slowly, a large, pure crystal with fine grains and a faint blue fluorescence was carefully removed. The crystal was incredibly hard and detailed, yet it also contained a warm luster, like a fragment of a star falling to earth.

David carefully placed it into an energy storage bag and then checked the surrounding environment again.

He knew that although the area was temporarily calm, the crisis was far from over.

Suddenly, an invisible wave came from deeper within, as if some being was rapidly awakening and gathering consciousness, and the earth and air seemed to be simultaneously compressed and distorted.

An extremely cold and bone-chilling aura, carrying a strong sense of malice, rushed towards us, like a harbinger of the apocalypse, making it difficult to breathe and shaking our minds.

“They’re here…” David frowned, quickly drew his sword and stood up, his eyes showing a resolute expression, adjusting his body to the best fighting state.

He felt the wild power of the Frostwolf bloodline within him surge once more after it was activated, merging with the chaotic elements and bringing his reactions and perceptions to an extremely sharp level.

A dark shadow flashed out rapidly from the depths of the cave. It was not a physical entity, but rather an unstable stream of consciousness that seemed to be formed from shadows and remnants of souls—it was the legendary remnant of the Abyss Lord's consciousness, a highly destructive existence that was not bound by matter.

This being excels at manipulating void distortions and mental oppression; once it gets close, it can instantly shatter the enemy's mental defenses and inject their soul into eternal darkness.

The lord's afterimage opened its illusory maw, from which countless sharp, barbed dark spikes shot out, each spike carrying a distorting force field that devoured elements.

They were as swift and ferocious as venomous snakes, attacking David's vital joints and mental center from all directions, aiming to instantly restrain and paralyze this warrior!
Faced with the sudden and terrifying attack, a cold glint flashed in David's eyes, but he showed no sign of panic.

He quickly activated a secret technique he had already honed to perfection—"dimensional folding".

Suddenly, his palm swept across a complex array of runes, and the chaotic power released from his body activated the spacetime structure, causing the surrounding space to bend and twist slightly.

At the moment of contact with the attack, he transformed into a blurry, illusory figure, folding through the layers of reality and traversing several overlapping dimensional barriers at an extraordinary speed, cleverly escaping the fatal blow!
In those few short seconds, he was able to save his life only through precise timing and skillful use of his own abilities.

But the price was also very heavy: his body was subjected to a huge load, his meridians were almost broken, and many muscle fibers were torn and painful. He had to grit his teeth and endure the pain and immediately look for an opportunity to fight back.

At that moment, the afterimage did not dissipate due to the failure of the attack. It transformed into a sky full of light black mist, swirling around him at an extremely fast speed, while attempting to disrupt his mental defenses and lure his soul into an illusion of eternal annihilation.

Let alone ordinary flesh and blood, even many experienced soul masters would surely die if they encountered it!
But we must not back down now!
With the surging, burning power of his Frostwolf bloodline and his understanding of the potential of ancient spells, combined with the power of the gray flame blade forged from the fusion of chaotic elements, he resolutely lunged towards the intersection of a small cave with a relatively weak structure and good ventilation in front of him. He loudly chanted the strengthening rune incantation to release an auxiliary defensive barrier to block the mental interference attack, while preparing for the next round of fatal counterattack!
As the gray flames reignited, their color changed from gray to a magnificent purple-red hue, not only rising sharply in temperature but also containing astonishing destructive fluctuations.

Blazing blades slashed through the darkness, unleashing massive shockwaves of explosion among the surrounding enemies, tearing the invaders to shreds and turning them into endless dust that vanished into the night sky!
Pressing his advantage, he sprinted toward the exit, gripping the sealed bag tightly to protect the precious ore from damage.

(End of this chapter)