Amidst a piercing shriek, the ghostly-blue Talisman Seal shattered!
The nine ghostly-blue pillars of light dimmed abruptly!
The crack at the well's mouth sealed shut in an instant as the foul liquid churned anew, submerging all traces.
Only the ancient draconic script at the platform's edge flickered rapidly for several breaths before slowly resuming its original, rhythmic pulse.
The Dragon Monarch stood his ground, gazing at the Celestial Demon Well that had returned to "calm." A dark light swirled in his narrow eyes.
"Blood Demon… Nether Spring…"
He muttered to himself, his voice drifting across the deathly silent shores of the Returning Ruins:
"I hope you can truly make it out of there alive."
...
「Inside the Celestial Demon Well.」
There was no up or down, no north, south, east, or west. No light, no darkness.
Nether Spring felt as if he had plunged into a boiling stew brewed from every negative emotion and twisted concept in existence.
"Heh…"
