Chapter 538

As a long-term guardian of the Dark Abyss Passage, Angest even though she had never entered the Dark Abyss, knew its aura all too well.

She was now, one hundred percent, inside the Dark Abyss.

There was no trace of the Dark Elf's aura around her.

Angest lowered her head and saw below—the black flames had vanished again.

These flames likely contained certain spatial laws, as if they could burn across different spaces, which is why they had brought Angest here.

Angest did not dwell excessively on any one matter.

Now that she was already inside the Dark Abyss, obsessing over how she got here was useless.

The biggest question now was: how to get out?

The Dark Abyss was Full of Dangers; what Angest feared was not the danger itself, but the Fallen Elves above the fissure.

From that fissure, legendary Dark creatures occasionally crawled up, and sometimes even Saint Realm-level Dark beings emerged.

The strongest among those Fallen Elves were only Eighth Rank—they could not handle legendary or Saint Realm-level Dark creatures.

Moreover, these Fallen Elves had no divine favor.

They were like Lomina twenty years ago: lured by greed, they begged for the power of the Abyssal Demon God, fell into darkness, but they met Angest in time, and with Angest's help, they halted their descent and resisted the encroaching darkness.

But they had angered the Abyssal Demon God who granted them power, just as the Night Elves had once done.

There was still a difference between them and the Night Elves: Lomina had utterly broken her pact and never fallen into darkness.

But these women had already fallen into darkness, so punishing them via pact was impossible—the Abyssal Demon God could only punish by descending power.

Yet on the Continent of Gods, unless a god descended in person, Saint Realm was the peak of power; Angest, standing at Second Rank Saint Realm, could fear no power the Abyssal Demon God could send down.

Thus Angest could protect those Fallen Elves.

But the Fallen Elves who followed Angest had lost the protection of the Heavenly Gods and angered the Abyssal Demon God—they had offended both sides.

Without divine protection, they must rely on their own strength!

Previously, they had Angest's protection.

Now, Angest had been carried into the Dark Abyss by those flames; for now, it was fine, but if time passed, those Fallen Elves would inevitably face danger.

After all, the place they inhabited could be called the most dangerous location on the Continent of Gods.

Far more dangerous than the Demon Abyss.

The Demon Abyss opened only once every twenty years, allowing only a few foolish Abyssal creatures to crawl up, but from that fissure, the Dark creatures emerging were a hundred times stronger.

The entire Dark Forest was their forward outpost!

"I must find a way out."

Angest thought.

She turned her gaze downward—the Dark Abyss was vast beyond measure, like an underground world, a three-dimensional realm.

The sky was filled with protruding rocks, large and small; the small ones were no bigger than a few cubic meters, the large ones as massive as mountains, some burning with Xiong Xiong flames, harboring all manner of Dark creatures.

These rocks were not floating—they grew there, as if that were the ground.

Angest flew upward continuously.

Her Dark aura was too dense; even within the Dark Abyss, she resembled a Dark creature more than any actual Dark creature.

What could she do? She was a Saint Realm being.

Along the way, all Dark creatures that sensed her aura moved aside.

Seeking benefit and avoiding harm was the instinct of all living beings.

Even the dim-witted Dark creatures did so.

But Angest soon realized: flying upward would not get her out.

In the Dark Abyss, "up" was not the Continent of Gods.

"Down" was not necessarily the bottom of the Dark Abyss.

In truth, when you opened your eyes and then opened them again, your sense of up and down would be instantly refreshed.

Humans often took the direction of their head as "up," making perception easily confused.

But Angest would not be fooled.

She closed her eyes, then extended her hand and manipulated the rules.

Yes, she would use the rules to orient herself.

When she opened her eyes again, the entire world had transformed before her.

Touching the rules allowed one to see a part of the world's essence.

Angest searched once more within the Dark Abyss.

She needed to find that fissure exit.

Time passed slowly.

Above the Dark Forest on the Continent of Gods, Olivia still searched for Angest.

The Sacred Flame Forest had settled into full operation; after the founding of the Sacred Flame Elf Empire, Princess Chenxi, as its Empress, issued another call to the elves of the Continent of Gods.

She briefly explained the state of the Sacred Flame Elf Empire.

As a result, far more elves responded.

Some elves who had previously ignored the call now changed their minds.

Thus Princess Chenxi became busy again—she had to bring more elves over.

In the south, Sister Qing Ling and Meng Ying, the two Queens of the Flame Empire, were already preparing for war against the Purple Gold Empire!

The Purple Gold Empire was extremely powerful, boasting two legendary figures and possibly a third-tier god.

Sister Qing Ling, as always, prayed to her god, the Lord of Flame.

All she received was one word:

Fight!