I walk sideways in the game world

Chapter 126: The Edge of the World Under the Threat of the Demon

Ren Xiaoyao stumbled back, his blood boiling from the overwhelming force. As the smoke and dust cleared, the sight before him was as if he had fallen into an icy cave. The once solemn altar had been reduced to ruins, its shattered stone tablets scattered across the ground. The ancient runes on them flickered, like a candle in the wind, poised to go out at any moment.

"How could this happen..." Ren Xiaoyao's voice was dry and trembling with disbelief. He felt a suffocating sense of oppression. It was the breath of the demon god, powerful and evil, entwining his heart like a cancer, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Despair coiled around him like a venomous snake. Was this the power of the demon god? Just its presence was enough to stir despair. He tried to calm his mind, mobilized all his energies, and attempted to repair the broken seal. However, it was all in vain. The demon god's power was too great, and the energies he injected vanished like a drop in the ocean, leaving no trace.

"Hahaha, Ren Xiaoyao, you're still too late!" A deafening voice filled with majesty and mockery came from deep underground. "The seal that has lasted for tens of thousands of years will finally be broken by me! This world will once again surrender to me!"

Ren Xiaoyao clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh, yet he felt no pain. He looked up at the sky, and the gray sky seemed to have cracked open. An evil aura continued to pour out, making the already oppressive atmosphere even more terrifying.

Is this all over?

At this moment, the words that the Nine Suns Venerable once said suddenly flashed through his mind: "Once the seal of the Demon God is broken, only the legendary..."

"What's that legend?" Ren Xiaoyao murmured softly, suddenly remembering that Venerable Jiuyang had fallen asleep before he could finish his words. He suddenly looked up, a look of determination flashing in his eyes, "No matter what, I'm going to give it a try!"

"The legendary artifact!" A vague description of Venerable Jiuyang flashed through Ren Xiaoyao's mind. It was an ancient bronze mirror, which was said to have been made by a divine craftsman in ancient times using meteorite iron from outer space. It possessed incredible power.

"But where is it?" His despair faded slightly, replaced by a glimmer of hope. He looked around, trying to find a clue in the ruins. Suddenly, he noticed a broken stone tablet with several lines of strange words engraved on it, like some ancient language.

"This is..." Ren Xiaoyao's mind raced. He remembered the ancient characters that Venerable Jiuyang had once taught him, and he tried to decipher them. "Top of Kunlun, Sun and Moon Well..." He muttered, piecing together the fragmented information, and gradually formed a vague picture of the location in his mind.

"The summit of Kunlun, could it be..." Ren Xiaoyao's heart trembled. That was the legendary place where the gods lived, full of danger and unknowns. But he had no choice. In order to stop the demon, he had to take the risk.

He took a deep breath and was about to move when suddenly a chilling aura struck him from behind. He turned abruptly and saw dozens of hideous monsters appear before him, their eyes gleaming with greed as they lunged at him with their fangs and claws bared.

"Looking for death!" Ren Xiaoyao roared, unsheathing his sword. A dazzling flash of sword light instantly cut several monsters in two. However, these monsters seemed endless and continued to rush towards him.

He knew that this was the demon god's vanguard, whose purpose was to stop him from finding the artifact. A fierce battle was inevitable, but he had no way out and had to escape these monsters as soon as possible.

"Nine Heavens Thunder!" Ren Xiaoyao soared into the air, his sword wielding swiftly as bolts of lightning rained down from the sky, cleaving the surrounding monsters to charcoal. He seized the opportunity, unleashing his agility, transforming into a shadowy afterimage, and sprinted towards Kunlun Mountain.

However, the demon seemed to have anticipated his actions. An invisible barrier suddenly appeared before him, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not break through. Just as he was extremely anxious, the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked open, and he was caught off guard and fell into endless darkness...

"Hahaha, Ren Xiaoyao, you can't escape!" The devil's playful voice echoed in his ears, "Be my sacrifice!"

In the darkness, a cold hand grabbed his ankle...

Ren Xiaoyao felt as if he were being dragged into a bottomless abyss by an invisible giant. As he fell, all he could hear was the howling wind and the excited roars of monsters. He struggled hard, but to no avail, and finally fell heavily onto a piece of cold, hard rock.

Instantly, excruciating pain spread throughout his body. Ren Xiaoyao groaned, a fishy-sweet taste welling up in his mouth. He struggled to stand, but found his limbs were as if filled with lead, completely unresponsive. Looking down, he saw a deep wound in his chest, deep enough to see the bone. Blood gushed out, staining the ground beneath him red.

"Is this despair..." Ren Xiaoyao thought bitterly. He looked up at the bottomless darkness above his head and knew that he had fallen into the devil's trap.

"Hahaha, Ren Xiaoyao, you've come to this day!" The devil's frantic laughter echoed in the cave. "Be my sacrifice, my dear, and help me break the seal and return to the world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of monsters rushed over like a tide, with their fangs and claws bared, bloodthirsty light flashing in their eyes, and they couldn't wait to tear Ren Xiaoyao into pieces.

"Is everything over..." Ren Xiaoyao closed his eyes weakly, waiting for death to come.

At this critical moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly descended from the sky, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness. Accompanied by the sound of a crisp bell, a graceful figure appeared before Ren Xiaoyao.

The person who came was dressed in white, with long hair like a waterfall and skin as white as snow, like a goddess from the Nine Heavens descended to the mortal world. In her hand, she held a silver-white longsword, the blade emitting a sharp cold light that made people dare not look directly at it.

"Ethereal Fairy!" Ren Xiaoyao recognized the person and a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.

The ethereal fairy did not speak. She glanced at the monsters around her with a cold gaze, swung the sword in her hand, and a golden sword energy broke through the air, instantly cutting several monsters into two.

"Where did you come from, you little bitch? How dare you ruin my good thing!" The angry voice of the demon god echoed in the cave.

The ethereal fairy snorted coldly, ignoring the demon god's shouting, and danced with the sword in her hand, turning into a series of afterimages, forcing back all the monsters around her.

"Ren Xiaoyao, are you okay?" After repelling the monster, the ethereal fairy came to Ren Xiaoyao and asked with concern.

"I..." Ren Xiaoyao opened his mouth, but found that he was so weak that he couldn't even speak.

Seeing this, Fairy Kong Ling said no more. She took out a pill from her bosom and fed it to Ren Xiaoyao. Then she helped him up and said lightly, "This is not the place to talk. Let's leave here first."

After saying that, she took Ren Xiaoyao and turned into a stream of light, disappearing into the depths of the cave.

After an unknown amount of time, Ren Xiaoyao slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on a soft bed. He struggled to sit up, but found a familiar figure sitting beside the bed, looking at him kindly.

"You're awake." Venerable Jiuyang's voice remained calm, yet with a barely perceptible solemnity. "It seems that it's time to tell you something..."

Ren Xiaoyao's consciousness gradually returned to normal. He struggled to open his heavy eyelids and found himself in a simple yet tidy wooden house. Soft light streamed in from the window, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of herbs. He struggled to get up, but felt a tearing pain in his chest.

"Child, you're awake." An old, kind voice rang in his ears. Ren Xiaoyao turned and saw an old man in a gray robe sitting beside the bed, looking at him with a smile. The old man's hair and beard were all white, but he was energetic and his eyes were sharp, as if he could see through everything in the world.

"You are..." Ren Xiaoyao tried hard to recall, but he had no impression of the old man in front of him.

"My name is Jiuyang." The old man smiled slightly, "Child, you are seriously injured. Don't talk too much for now. Get some rest."

Nine Suns Venerable? Ren Xiaoyao was startled. He had seen this name in ancient books before. It was a legendary figure, said to have lived for thousands of years and possessed the power to penetrate the heavens and the earth. Could it be that he had saved him?

"Kid, I know what you're thinking." Venerable Jiuyang seemed to see through Ren Xiaoyao's thoughts. "The trouble you're in is far more complicated than you imagine."

"Senior, are you referring to the Demon God?" Ren Xiaoyao asked anxiously.

Venerable Jiuyang nodded, his expression becoming serious. "The power of the Demon God stems from an ancient curse. This curse has existed for thousands of years, constantly devouring all that is good in the world. If we want to completely destroy the Demon God, we must find a way to lift the curse."

"Remove the curse?" A glimmer of hope ignited in Ren Xiaoyao's heart, but at the same time, he felt extremely heavy. "But how can I remove the curse?"

Venerable Jiuyang was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, "Legend has it that at the end of the world, there lies a divine artifact with the power to purify all evil. Only by finding this artifact can the curse of the demon god be completely lifted."

"Artifact? The end of the world?" Ren Xiaoyao muttered to himself, his heart filled with confusion. He knew that this was destined to be a journey full of thorns and unknowns.

"Child," Venerable Jiuyang patted Ren Xiaoyao's shoulder, "I know this is difficult for you, but you are the chosen one, and only you can save this world. Remember, hope always exists, don't give up."

"Senior, I..." Ren Xiaoyao wanted to say something but was interrupted by Venerable Jiuyang.

"Child, you've been in a coma for three days and three nights. Get some rest. We'll talk about everything after you get better."

After saying this, Venerable Jiuyang stood up and walked to the window, looking into the distance, his eyes full of worry and expectation.

Ren Xiaoyao lay in bed, the words of the Nine Suns Reverend echoing in his mind. He knew there was no turning back. He had to recover quickly, find a way to lift the curse, and stop the demon from destroying the world.

At this time, the wooden door opened gently and a familiar figure walked in.

"Xiaoyao, you're finally awake!" Xia Lin smiled in surprise when she saw Ren Xiaoyao wake up. She quickly walked to the bedside and asked with concern, "How do you feel? Are you still feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine, Xia Lin." Ren Xiaoyao looked at Xia Lin, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. "I'm sorry to have made you worry."

"Silly boy, we're partners. Why are you talking about worrying or not?" Xia Lin glanced at Ren Xiaoyao in disapproval. "By the way, Venerable Jiuyang said..."

Before Xia Lin could finish her words, she was interrupted by Ren Xiaoyao.

"Xia Lin, we..." Ren Xiaoyao took a deep breath and said with a firm look in his eyes, "We must set off as soon as possible!"