I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

The hunched figure carrying the blue lantern stood quietly in the darkness, as if it had become one with this desolate abyss.

His black robe was wide and tattered, covering his figure and face. Only the dim yellow lamp cast a lonely and flickering halo in the endless void.

"Where to?" Chu Feng gripped the Undying Battle Spear tightly, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, staring warily at the lifeless "shell" before him, his eyes filled with vigilance.

"You'll know when you get there." The gravedigger's voice was still hoarse and dry, like two rusty iron pieces rubbing against each other. "You were hunted down here and fell into this land of burial gods. Did you have any other choice but to follow me?"

With just one sentence, Chu Feng's entire escape route was blocked.

He was right. In this desolate place that even saints dared not easily set foot in, following this mysterious tomb keeper was their only way to survive, even if what lay ahead on this path might be an even more terrifying abyss.

Chu Feng and Lao Hei exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes.

"Daddy, this grandpa smells so bad, like a rotten bone that's been sitting around for ten thousand years." Just as the atmosphere was tense, Long Bao'er's clear childish voice broke the silence.

She peeked her little head out from Chu Feng's arms, pinched her nose, and looked at the gravedigger with a look of disgust.

The gravedigger's figure, hidden under his hood, stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Chu Feng's lips twitched, and he quickly covered the little rascal's mouth. What kind of time is this to dare to speak so recklessly?

He pondered for a few seconds, then finally put away his spear and nodded to the shrine guard: "Lead the way."

The tomb keeper said nothing more, but silently turned around, picked up the blue lamp, and walked towards the deeper, darker core of the abyss.

His steps were slow, each step seemingly landing on some invisible point, and the surrounding darkness receded from him like a gentle tide.

Chu Feng carried Long Bao'er, followed closely by the exhausted Lao Hei.

The deeper one goes, the stronger the ancient desolation and deathly stillness become. The smell of rust and dust in the air becomes heavier and heavier, and there is even a faint trace of blood.

I don't know how long I walked, maybe an hour, or maybe a day.

In this abyss devoid of time and space, the senses have long since become numb.

Finally, the tomb keeper in front stopped.

A breathtaking scene caught the eye of Chu Feng and Lao Hei.

Before them appeared an altar of unimaginable size!

The altar was entirely constructed from skeletons of unimaginable size.

There are the remains of a true dragon, tens of thousands of feet long, flowing with dark golden divine light; there are the remains of an ancient demon, thousands of feet tall, with ribs like celestial blades, still radiating overwhelming demonic power even after countless years of death; and there are the remains of a god with twelve pairs of pure white wings, their bones crystal clear, as if carved from divine jade...

Divine bones, demonic remains, monster bodies, immortal bodies... the remains of countless supreme beings from various races were piled up in a bizarre yet ritualistic manner to form this towering altar of bones.

Each skeleton was engraved with countless profound golden runes, which were interconnected to form a vast and boundless sealing array that firmly suppressed the center of the altar.

At the very bottom of the altar, Chu Feng sensed an aura.

A terrifying aura that could make even his immortal body tremble, freeze his soul, and stop his heartbeat abruptly!

It was a pure, oppressive force originating from a higher dimension of life! Like an ant gazing up at a universe on the verge of collapse!

"What...what is this?" Chu Feng's voice unconsciously became a little hoarse.

"A seal." The tomb keeper raised his head, his gaze hidden beneath his hood fixed on the towering altar, his voice carrying an ancient weariness. "Beneath the seal lies... an abyssal demon."

Abyssal monsters?

Chu Feng was taken aback; he had never heard of this term before.

However, at that very moment, a coffin containing the burial of heaven deep within his sea of ​​consciousness was stirred up by a monstrous wave!

"Abyssal demons?! How is that possible! How could such a thing exist in this godforsaken place?!" For the first time, Lei Zhu's domineering voice was filled with undisguised shock and horror.

"Weren't they completely wiped out in that ancient war?!" The enchantress's giggles disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of dread.

"Kid, this is a huge problem! A truly enormous problem!" Even the usually carefree Poison King's voice became extremely serious.

"Senior, what exactly are these Abyss Demons?" Chu Feng asked curiously in his mind.

"That's not something, that's a nightmare! A nightmare for all living beings in the entire universe!" The Thunder Lord's voice seemed to be mired in some unbearable, distant memory.

"In the ancient times, it was far more glorious than it is now. At that time, all the heavens and myriad paths contended, the Great Emperors were not just legends, and sages walked everywhere. However, in that most prosperous era, a deep abyss suddenly split open on the edge of the universe without any warning."

"From that abyss emerged a horde of indescribable and incomprehensible terrifying monsters, which we call—the Abyss Monsters."

"They are not any race from the myriad realms; they are pure embodiments of destruction, taking pleasure in devouring worlds and slaughtering living beings. Wherever they pass, star fields wither, the Great Dao mourns, and all things return to nothingness."

"To resist that catastrophe, for the first time, all the ancient races put aside their grudges. Gods, demons, Buddhas, monsters, immortals... all the powerful joined forces to wage a protracted and bloody war against the monsters from the abyss. That battle caused the heavens and the earth to shatter, and the edge of the universe was reduced to chaotic ruins."

"Countless brilliant and powerful individuals, and countless lineages that have been passed down for hundreds of millions of years, all turned into dust in that battle."

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng's heart jolted. Looking at the altar before him, built from the bones of countless gods and demons, an uncontrollable thought popped into his head.

"Could it be... that the countless gods and demons buried in that divine tomb you mentioned before are these powerful beings?"

"That's right!" Thunder Lord said in a deep voice, "That battle almost wiped out all the top combat forces in the myriad realms, and 99% of the strong lineages were severed! Although we ultimately won a pyrrhic victory and wiped out all those demons, it also led to the end of the Primordial Era and ushered in the Ancient Era of Decline."

"But I remember very clearly that in that battle, all the abyssal demons should have been completely purified, their bodies and souls annihilated! How could there still be any alive?"

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Chu Feng looked at the tomb keeper again, his voice becoming extremely solemn: "You just said that an abyssal demon is suppressed down here. But as far as I know, weren't they completely wiped out back in the ancient times?"

The gravedigger's head, hidden beneath his hood, slowly turned towards Chu Feng, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of surprise: "You seem to know quite a lot."

"Exterminate? Heh..." He let out a cold laugh that was hard to understand. "Back then, everyone thought they had been exterminated, but they didn't know that there were some weaker abyssal demons who weren't killed on the spot, but were secretly captured by those hypocrites from the Divine Court."