Author: Going to Winter

Three thousand eight hundred years ago, he often tested the edges of purgatory. At that time, he had heard this kind of rare wind. It was very different from the bad wind of hell that was full of the flames of chaos, but although he had

He was curious enough, but not physically fit enough to allow him to go into the depths of purgatory and find out what was going on.

As he grew older, Purgatory was no longer so dangerous, but his curiosity was spread to other areas. When he slowly walked here with the Cerberus nine hundred years later, what he heard was everything

usual.

So it was a sound that only the devil kid could hear, and it was no big deal. Like any newly grown devil, he had left behind the unstable perceptions and assumptions of his childhood.

Three thousand eight hundred years later, he once again had the devil imp's ears. The difference was that he now had a deeper understanding, both of the possibility behind the sound and of the devil imp.

This is not an unstable perception or conjecture. It is indeed a voice from the bottom of the abyss. It can be heard, confirmed, and thought.

The sparse sound of wind entered his ears, and his hearing, which had been stretched to the limit, suddenly became clear and was stretched again. At this moment, his consciousness seemed to not belong to him, leaving his body without any obstacles, floating upward, and rushing forward quickly.

Desolate gray-white mist, thick spikes, and endless piles of bones passed by him quickly, as if he was running fast in purgatory - as fast as a curious, excited, and fearless devil kid.

Run quickly, follow the path carried by the wind.

He crossed the smoldering beach, rushed into the fiery red stream, jumped cleanly onto the high obsidian cliff, and then rushed down it to meet countless abyss worms with one to three faces.

The desolate tide brought a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow. They could freeze everything, but they could not hinder his speed.

Walking straight along the vertical cliff, his wings were folded obediently under his shoulder blades to rest. He simply rushed downwards perpendicularly to the gravity, but he was not worried about falling at all.

Icha slid gently through the dense teeth and tongue without any harm - because he was completely here and completely absent at the same time.

Amplitude 300 is still on his shoulder, beating the beat like a big clumsy doll. It is sitting very firmly, motionless, and has not been thrown aside at all by this mad rush, because it is completely here and completely absent at the same time.

That kind of beat organized the sparse wind sounds and made them logical. Or maybe they were already logical, and the beat just organized his hearing.

"Come and see——"

"Come and listen - ah." the rare wind said, "come and see. Come and run towards me. I will lead to the real end of the world -"

The endless tide of insects. The endless lamentation of the soul. The endless tortured, beaten, crushed and worn soul scraps. These soul scraps are the devil's scraps. They are composed of

The hotbeds of Vegamon and the barriers of the abyss are always ready to swallow up the casualty who accidentally falls, turning him into something similar to them.

The sounds of twisting, whipping, cracking, breaking, and sticky dripping. They come from a single authority. He is too lazy to move, but he is sure to hit. This is the ecology at the edge of the abyss - if you are a guest for a while, you will become

Eternal guest.

But they were unable to retain him. They could not retain this curious devil kid. Yi Cha jumped over layers of tree roots and walked freely among the waves of resentful insects.

"Come on - come on."

"Look, listen, come on -"

The cold gray tide has filled all sides of him. The branches and leaves of Alexander's Hanged Ghost are completely invisible, and even his voice has turned into vague and broken thoughts due to being too far away. How deep has he fallen into the abyss?

Deep? This is a completely unfamiliar place. He cannot feel the loss of physical strength, making it difficult for him to make accurate estimates.

But the cry composed of sparse wind sounds is still ahead.

"Look at me. Listen to me—"

"I'm here—come on—"

To hear it. To see it. The bottom of the abyss requires me to hear it and see it. The voice of reason is also telling him that observation will make the object different. The same is true for listening. There is not much in his mind right now

The voice of reason. But he made exactly the same decision.

Hear it. See it. Only then will it reveal the mystery and become the answer. If it is not heard and seen, the answer does not exist.

So the amplitude of 300 cannot be told to him. So he needs to feel it for himself.

"That's it! That's it! That's great! You will understand what you want to understand!" Amplitude Three Hundred shouted softly.

"Come on - let me show up -"

"Come--"

The ground - or the cliff surface rose in an arc, and the brightness was suddenly dim. He was sure that he was underground, and bumped into rock walls and caves one after another. The kingdom of Vegamon was in another domain here. Or there were more than one.

, or the ancient thirty-six kingdoms are in different domains. This is the ancient territory of the evil soul demon that no ordinary demon has ever set foot on. He will be curious, will visit again, and will turn them into academic contribution lists.

score. But not now.

Now he wants to rush towards the sparse sounds of wind. Those calls of prayer, invitation, and waiting alone.

There seemed to be the exit of a cave far ahead, shrouded in thick fog, with a little bit of starlight in it. By the way, it was exactly the same as what he saw in the profit report. The gambler was about to win. He was about to win. Those lonely people

The cry is about to win.

"Come on—come on!"

He wanted to rush towards that exit. He didn't need to go all out, he had squeezed his speed to the limit. Like the devil kid who excitedly picked up the skull by the Huoleizhesang River for the first time, he wanted to go there.

The dense fog turned, revealing a black vortex.

Black vortex? A familiar black vortex. It rotated silently to welcome him.

Wait, something is strange——

"Oops!"

The scream with an amplitude of 300 was the sharpest sound he had ever heard. It pierced his mind. Yi Cha paused and retreated.

Countless arms stretched out from the black vortex, grabbing at him faster than he was without a body.

The beat stopped. There was an explosion in the back of his head. He concentrated his energy and caused an explosion in front of him, and then he heard nothing and couldn't see anything.

After a few more seconds, consciousness returned to his body.

"Hey. Hey. Wake up. What are you doing? Why don't you play with me?"

Willy Xiao crawled out from nowhere and jumped up and down next to his ear.

Yi Cha looked around. Everything just seemed like a dream. He was still hovering in the air at the edge of purgatory.

"Too bad." Amplitude 300 said weakly, "Fortunately, he was not prepared either."

"really."

Yicha flew back without looking back.

The black silent whirlpool blocking the exit was Blue Lewin. Why did he appear there? It is unknown. It was not like he was waiting, but more like he was resting and recovering there, and then they accidentally broke in.

"Are we leaving like this?" Amplitude 300 asked again.

"Today's luck is not very good." Yi Cha said calmly. With Lan Lewin blocking the way at the finish line, the secret at the bottom of the abyss could not be solved for a while.

"...I'm really, really sorry." After a pause, the structure stuttered.

"You will know sooner or later." Yi Cha patted his head, "Besides, you made me think of another possibility."
Chapter completed!