Chapter 37: The Abyss’s Embrace [Part 2]

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

A biting cold wind gently swept up from the abyss below.

Each gust of this frigid wind carried the unique malice and ferocity inherent to dark elements, like a silent novel narrating one tragic tale after another.

As a native-born resident of Nanyun Province,

Ye Yu had heard many legends about the ‘Forest Sea Demonic Abyss’ since childhood.

Some claimed that numerous vengeful spirits and demons resided beneath the abyss.

Others spoke of it as a desolate void, a barren land where only creatures of darkness could survive.

With so many conflicting accounts, Ye Yu couldn’t discern which were true and which were false.

However, one fact Ye Yu knew for certain.

Throughout history, countless ability users had shown interest in this dark demonic abyss. Yet, from beginning to end, not a single living soul had managed to emerge from its depths alive.

Considering how many ability users, far more powerful than himself, had fallen within this demonic abyss,

And listening to the fierce, chilling gusts of wind whistling past his ears, as he gazed at the bottomless dark chasm beneath him,

Ye Yu, in this moment, did not erupt in curses like the exasperated Yang Wei beside him.

Instead, amidst the weightless sensation of his uncontrollable descent, his mind was unexpectedly calm. He could even distinctly hear the frantic thrumming of his own heart within his chest.

As the visible surroundings gradually darkened with his falling altitude,

Humans possess an innate resistance to dark environments. Sensing the fear blooming within him, Ye Yu simply closed his eyes to confront the encroaching darkness.

With his vision completely gone, whether due to environmental factors or the comforting mechanism provided by his brain in response to the unknown abyss, he couldn’t tell.

In this very moment, Ye Yu suddenly realized that the ‘life flashing before your eyes’ phenomenon, depicted in movies during a fall, truly existed.

Within his mind, vivid snippets of his life, akin to a fast-forwarded short film, began playing from his childhood.

He watched joyful moments spent with his father, Ye Changqing, who had been a full-time caregiver since his youth. He even recalled mischievously brandishing his father’s magical girl wand, breaking some furniture in the process.

As he observed that scene, Ye Yu’s crimson lips curved into a faint smile.

‘My own father is a magical girl? Who would ever believe such a tale if I told it?’

As the scenes shifted, he saw himself at five years old, dressed in girl’s clothes by his mother, with his hair tied up like a little princess.

His mother, clutching her stomach with amusement, had said, “Our Xiao Yu is truly a little princess!”

Watching this memory, and feeling a cool breeze brush against his phantom skirt, the smile on Ye Yu’s face twisted into a wry one.

After all, who could have imagined that his mother’s playful remark all those years ago would become a prophecy?

‘It seems I am quite close to being a young girl now!’

Past events flashed by like fleeting clouds.

Within them were moments of both joy and sorrow.

As the playback reached the most recent period, a memory from a few months ago appeared: the time he secretly deleted Huangpu Pingqing’s Yuri fanfiction on her computer.

Seeing himself with a darkened expression in that memory,

Ye Yu’s state of mind, in a sense, became slightly more relaxed.

The reason, if examined closely, stemmed from a small, selfish thought of Ye Yu’s.

As a boy, Ye Yu, like most, didn’t want his wife to be coveted by others.

The thought that if he perished in this demonic abyss, his beautiful wife, Tang Yue, might seek out another man.

Just thinking about it made Ye Yu, as a man, feel an unbearable, suffocating pain.

However, if the object of affection were Huangpu Pingqing, that beautiful girl,

In a way, while Ye Yu would still feel uncomfortable, he believed it would be much better.

As that memory fragment flickered past, Ye Yu’s mind replayed the scene of his recent farewell with Tang Yue.

He saw her astonished expression when he forcefully kissed her—his Tang Yue, who usually held complete control.

He saw the deep affection overflowing from her profound peach blossom eyes, her delicate hands frozen at her chest, unsure how to react, and her pure face flushed crimson…

In this moment, an overwhelming wave of reluctance surged within Ye Yu’s heart.

This emotion ultimately coalesced into a silent longing and two clear lines of tears.

“If, if only I could, I truly don’t want to be separated from you. I wish I could see you one more time, my wife!”

It was as if, in the depths of destiny, there was a response.

Just as Ye Yu murmured these words, a deeply familiar mature woman’s voice echoed in his ears.

“My silly boy, if you want to see me, then open your eyes!”

Hearing that voice, Ye Yu gasped, opening his eyes in surprise, and numbly lifted his small head adorned with cat ears.

In the last sliver of fading light, a pair of crimson blood-wings unfurled behind Tang Yue.

The tumultuous wind swept her three thousand strands of dark hair, and a dazzling smile, as vibrant as a blooming rose, graced her exquisitely beautiful, pure face. Despite Tang Yue possessing a pair of scarlet eyes,

To Ye Yu, in that moment, she was like an angel, perfectly embodying the definition of beauty.

Ye Yu had witnessed many beautiful sights in his life.

But the scene unfolding before him now would be etched and sealed in his memory, never to be forgotten.

Tang Yue, who had pursued Ye Yu from Dragon Leap Valley, felt his infatuated gaze fixed upon her in her arms. She savored his recent whispers, which sounded like a confession.

Her cheeks, pale from the blood loss of summoning her crimson wings, couldn’t help but flush with a captivating blush.

After all, no maiden could resist such an offensive from her beloved!

However, amidst her inner sweetness,

She felt the rapid descent and the swift depletion of the blood-red wings she had manifested from her own blood.

Tang Yue had no choice but to pull her thoughts away from Ye Yu’s adoring, misty eyes.

Recalling how Ye Yu had suddenly left without a word earlier, all to protect her, her cherry lips pouted slightly. She slowly extended her right hand.

*Smack!*

The next instant, a crisp sound echoed on Ye Yu’s soft, slightly upturned backside.

Feeling the exquisite softness transmitted through her fingertips,

It was like a perfectly smooth, tender piece of tofu, even possessing a slight rebound.

Tang Yue couldn’t help but be momentarily stunned.

‘Emmmmmm… This texture, how is it even softer than my own?’

‘If I were to take a bite!’

‘Cough, cough. Wait, this isn’t the time to be thinking such things.’

Extending her free left hand, she gently pinched Ye Yu’s cheek, looking at his pouting crimson lips. As she squeezed them, she spoke in a low voice.

“My little husband, did I ever permit you to protect me by sacrificing yourself?!”

Feeling the genuine touch on his backside and cheek, and inhaling the unique orchid scent of his Tang Yue, along with the deep care in her tone as she spoke,

Ye Yu, in that moment, finally reached a conclusion: this was not a dying hallucination. This was truly his genuine wife, Tang Yue!

As he recognized this fact, the emptiness in Ye Yu’s heart was filled in an instant.

It was an indescribable experience of spiritual fulfillment.

While reveling in this sense of happiness, he watched the crimson wings, constantly flapping and fading as they slowed their descent.

The initial despair on Ye Yu’s fair, delicate face was replaced.

A resolute expression gradually settled upon it.

Gently embracing Tang Yue’s slender waist, he felt a warming sense of smooth delicacy.

In this moment, no longer alone, Ye Yu gazed at the bottomless dark abyss!

Suddenly, he realized it no longer seemed so terrifying.

‘Forest Sea Demonic Abyss, is it?’

‘Here we come!’