Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 684 - 685: The True History

Thank you so much ITSHKA For the GIft, I will add 2 more chapters today ^-^

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’What about forcibly changing the era?’

’If the Girl of Destiny is hard to control, then let’s replace her with a new one’

’After all~’

’The Chosen Ones are nothing but endless pawns’

Leaning on the fence, the robed figure gradually came up with such thoughts, and under the hood, her pale golden eyes subtly revealed a dangerous glint.

However,

The next moment,

The cold light in Tania’s eyes gradually faded, returning to her usual calm and indifferent expression. After some contemplation, she dismissed her idea.

As powerful people from various forces continue to arrive in Anvika, the preparations for the holy war are nearing completion. It’s obviously unrealistic to replace the Saintess at this stage and train a new one. In that case, let’s just make do with what we have.

After all,

"She can’t possibly go against the goddess will"

’That naive girl will soon realize how foolish it is to try to defy the will of the goddess.’

’However,’

’Since the Girl of Destiny is hard to control, let’s switch to another target.’

’Didn’t the goddess sense it?’

’Another person has already reached Luminous...’

"Let’s go take a look..."

After murmuring to herself, Tania turned into specks of starlight amidst a halo of pale golden holy magic and disappeared from the camp in the blink of an eye.

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Meanwhile,

In the central core area of Anvika’s Royal Palace, the Dragon Palace.

As the residence of Emperor Enzo, the founder of the Red Leaf Empire, the magnificent Dragon Palace is always under the highest level of guard. The Imperial Guard is everywhere, fiercely guarding every corner of the palace. Even a mosquito attempting to enter would be cut into nothingness by the alert guards.

Due to Emperor Enzo’s presence, the area around this palace is always enveloped in a daunting and oppressive atmosphere. Combined with the murderous intent and pressure released by thousands of elite guards.

The Dragon Palace is always shrouded in a suffocating and solemn atmosphere, where ordinary people would find it hard to breathe the moment they step in.

Today,

As the second prince of the empire, Amon experienced this terrifying pressure deeply after having the fortune to come to the Dragon Palace. If not for the royal mage’s spell to stabilize his spirit, Amon might have already fainted.

Thus, with greater pressure than Mount Everest, Amon walked through the Dragon Palace with difficulty.

...

After several minutes,

A gasping Amon was led to the underground area of Dragon Palace.

The moment he stepped into this area, the charming sunlight ceased to exist, and everything instantly turned dark.

The entire underground area was shrouded in a mist that carried the scent of years, and the insufficient intensity of the torchlight made everything in Amon’s vision hazy. Even so, he discerned a shocking truth from the direction of the wind, the sound of water, and the echoes of sounds around him.

He was in an ancient underground palace carrying the weight of history.

Gazing at the statues on the stone pillars, which had lost their original forms due to the erosion of time, as well as the magnificent ancient paintings, Amon couldn’t help but show a shocked expression.

"Who would have thought, beneath the Dragon Palace ... there would be such ancient ruins?"

The second prince of the empire was inwardly astonished.

At the same time,

Amon, puzzled and uneasy, turned his head to look forward, towards the towering figure that had led him into the underground palace.

He was a muscular man, nearly two meters tall and appearing to be in his forties. His short hair, mixed with gray, was lustrous and dazzling.

His majestic face, with its well-defined features deep and profound like Greek sculptures, and his emerald green eyes, sparkled with indescribable determination and decisiveness. His brows, bold and unbridled, exuded an aura of natural authority.

The man was dressed in an exquisite and noble black military uniform, wearing a crown inlaid with red gems and purple gold, and a gold and red cape embroidered with the royal family’s crest, exuding an imposing presence. His heavy boots made a resounding ’boom’ with every step, echoing powerfully in the enclosed underground palace.

The man was surrounded by an aura that instinctively made others want to kneel in submission. Even his unintentional release of energy was enough to crush the souls of those less powerful.

Following this man, Amon felt an unprecedented level of pressure.

This man, with his extraordinary temperament and emitting a terrifying aura of dominance, was the master of the Dragon Palace, the founder of the Red Leaf Empire – Enzo Nightshade.

Suddenly summoned to meet the founder and brought to this unknown underground palace, Amon felt honored yet nervous, and his mind raced to figure out the founder’s intentions for summoning him.

It must be noted,

Although his own ancestor, Emperor Enzo usually stayed deep inside the Dragon Palace, almost never making contact with the outside world.

So why did the founder suddenly specifically ask to see him this time?

Amon was puzzled and couldn’t figure it out.

However,

This second prince seemed no longer necessary to ponder over this issue, as Enzo ahead had already sensed the doubts in his descendant’s heart and provided an answer.

"This place, the Diming Palace, is only accessible to the emperors of the empire."

"Emperors...?!"

Amon’s eyes suddenly narrowed, and the confusion in his eyes was instantly overwhelmed by astonishment.

Amon was a smart man. How could he not understand the implication behind the founder’s words?

"Great Founder, my father Emperor Ojin is still alive, it’s inappropriate to discuss this now..."

"Your father’s condition, I understand better than you. He may seem healthy, but the impact from the last attack of Sword Demon has triggered his old injury, and his days are numbered."

"To make me the emperor, isn’t that a bit hasty, Great Founder? My strength and experience are far less than my elder sister and fourth younger brother..."

"To be an emperor, strength is not the most important thing; it’s about capability. And in terms of capability, you are better than both your sister and brother. There’s no need for you to refuse anymore. Since I’ve brought you to the Diming Palace, this matter cannot be changed. I know you’re worried that after you ascend the throne, there will be discontent and rebellion. But with my protection, you can rest easy."

Judging from Emperor Enzo’s tone, the founder had no intention of revoking his command. Amon, knowing he had no power to persuade otherwise, nodded in resignation.

"Then, Great Founder, this place, the Diming Palace, what exactly is it?"

"What do you think it is?"

"Sorry, I’m not sure. But, since it’s a place only accessible to emperors, is it hiding some legendary weapon? A heritage? Or some secret that cannot be revealed?"

"Yes. But it might disappoint you. There are no divine artifacts or rare heritages here... What exists here are merely some forgotten histories."

"History?"

"Yes, some histories known only to the empire’s guardians and the emperor."

Saying this, Enzo stopped walking.

Amon hurriedly halted as well and, following the gesture of Enzo, came to his side. Then, upon seeing the scene before him, Amon was momentarily stunned, his handsome face filled with shock,

"This, this place is?"

Before Amon and Emperor Enzo, there appeared a black abyss with a radius of about a kilometer, seemingly bottomless. It was like a passage to the underworld, deep and serene, filled with a terrifying pressure that could make one’s heart stop. The continuous cold air emanating from the abyss made Amon shiver uncontrollably.

At this moment, he clearly realized the source of the chill he felt since stepping into the underground palace.

Thinking of this,

"Great Founder, what exactly is this place?"

However,

In response to Amon’s question, Emperor Enzo did not provide a direct answer but instead spoke expressionlessly:

"How much do you know about the continental crisis that happened three thousand years ago?"

"That crisis?"

Although he was unclear why the founder suddenly brought up this seemingly irrelevant question, Amon still chose to answer honestly, as he didn’t dare to defy Emperor Enzo.

"Three thousand years ago, when the Demon Lord descended upon the continent, all beings faced an unprecedented crisis under the attack of the abyssal demons. Millions of humans were devoured, and our civilization almost perished. At the peak of this crisis, it was the goddess who appeared in time. She killed the Demon Lord on the Winter Forest in the north and brought peace back to the World."

"Yes, that’s how history is currently recorded. To give the people peace of mind."

"Huh? Great Founder, what do you mean?"

"This part of history is actually not entirely accurate. First, the final battlefield of the goddess and the Demon Lord was not in the north. Secondly... the Demon Lord was not killed; she was merely sealed... And the place where the Demon Lord was sealed..."

Saying this, Emperor Enzo silently turned his head, looking towards the vast abyss ahead...