Chapter 1550: Deeper?

"Lord Wuji Jun."

Seeing the black-robed Wuji Jun walking toward them, several knights immediately lowered their heads and spoke respectfully.

Wuji Jun scanned them faintly.

"Guard the Eternal Palace well, and don't let anyone get close, understand?"

"Yes!"

Several knights responded firmly.

They knew of Wuji Jun’s iron-fisted methods. Just now, they had watched their colleague’s head crushed by his helmet because he didn't follow Wuji Jun’s orders. How could they dare to be the slightest bit negligent now?

These knights wearing armor did not possess the Divine Path; they were just strong ordinary people. It was just that with the blessing of the armor, they could exert decent combat power to maintain order... In fact, since the establishment of the Eternal Realm, Wuji Jun had expelled all possessors of the Divine Path, creating a country with only ordinary people.

After all, Wuji Jun wanted to create a fair utopia, so there could absolutely be no power higher than the people. Wuji Jun could erase his self through the crown to achieve absolute fairness, but these possessors of the Divine Path might not always be consistent.

Wuji Jun took a step, and the next moment he arrived above the Eternal Realm, his profound gaze looking at the Gray Realm earth not far away.

Fine cracks spread on the surface. Although everything seemed normal to the naked eye, Wuji Jun could feel that a powerful and dense aura of calamity was moving underground, following the Eternal Realm.

Although the Eternal Realm floated high in the sky, because its volume was too huge, its moving speed was very slow. The calamities of the Abyss of Mockery could follow closely beneath the Eternal Realm without much effort, like chewing gum stuck to the sole of a shoe, impossible to shake off.

Looking at the calamities of the Abyss of Mockery underground, Wuji Jun had no expression. He wouldn't waste effort killing these calamities; if they wanted to follow, let them follow...

Anyway, they couldn't threaten the Eternal Realm.

Just as Wuji Jun was about to leave, he suddenly gave a light "huh" and stopped.

He saw that the calamities following closely underground suddenly seemed to have received some kind of instruction, abandoning the Eternal Realm and turning to rush in another direction.

The current position of the Eternal Realm had already crossed the entire Abyss of Mockery. Logically speaking, even if these calamities wanted to go back, they should go south... But the current route of these calamities was to continue deeper into the Gray Realm.

Not chasing the Eternal Realm, and not returning to the Abyss of Mockery... Where were they going?

Wuji Jun’s brow furrowed slightly. His gaze followed the direction the calamities left, looking at the void in the distance...

"...Hmm?"

In the depths of the Gray Realm, further away than the Abyss of Mockery, in the direction where many calamities left, a mysterious and chaotic aura spread silently.

……

Slap—!

"Are you still going to run around?!"

Slap—!!

"If your mother hadn't rushed up to save you the first time, you would have been eaten by that devil, do you know that!!"

Slap—!!

"You really dare to provoke anyone... I'm so angry. From today on, you are grounded at home! You are not allowed to go out for a month! Do you hear me!!"

In an inconspicuous detached house in the Eternal Realm, bright lights illuminated the living room like daylight. Accompanied by the sound of a man’s angry scolding, the screams of a twelve or thirteen-year-old child rose and fell.

In the corner of the living room, a woman was covering her face and crying. It was the mother who had begged Chen Ling on the street not long ago to let her child go.

At this moment, although the mother had "escaped from the tiger's mouth," she hadn't recovered from that terrifying and dangerous environment. Thinking that the child she had raised with such difficulty was almost gone, tears fell drop by drop.

"Stop hitting! Stop hitting, Dad! My butt hurts so much..."

"If it doesn't hurt, how will you learn your lesson! Letting you provoke anyone!"

"But... I don't feel like he's a bad person..."

"??? Damn it, you little brat, do you really want to die!! Do you know who he is?!"

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap—!!

The sole of the shoe hit the boy’s butt like a rainstorm, and the pig-like screams sounded again.

This education of love lasted until late at night. It wasn't until the boy’s cries were weak that the man stopped and took the crying woman back to the room to sleep.

The boy covered his butt and returned to his room. After locking the door, he cursed a few times and limped back to the bed to lie down... Perhaps his butt had been hit too hard; as soon as he touched the bed, he couldn't help but groan, and then he lay on his stomach silently.

Hazy starlight shone through the white window gauze, barely illuminating a corner of the dim room. The boy closed his eyes, but whether it was because his butt was too painful or for some other reason, he couldn't sleep at all.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Chen Ling’s deep and mysterious ruby-like eyes appeared in his mind involuntarily...

Who exactly was he?

Why was everyone so afraid of him?

If only I could make everyone afraid too... then that old guy wouldn't dare to hit my butt like this anymore.

The boy thought this while trying to turn to the side to sleep, but in the next second, something in his arms seemed to poke him, making his ribs ache.

"What is it?"

He unbuttoned his clothes, and something suddenly fell out of his arms, landing on the bed with a dull sound.

Seeing that thing, the boy was stunned.

Hazy starlight flickered silently...

A revolver engraved with mysterious patterns was lying quietly on the white bed sheet.

"This is..."

The boy was confused. He had no idea where this gun came from... Earlier, he and his companions were indeed playing a gunfight game in the alley, but they were only using tree branches. He remembered that he had stuffed the tree branch into his arms and ran out, then slammed into that theatrical-robed figure...

How did it turn into such a cool revolver in the blink of an eye?

The white gauze curtains moved without wind, as if a wind from the void was blowing the boy’s thoughts away...

For some reason, a strong impulse suddenly rose in his heart. He reached out and grasped the handle of the revolver, lifting it slowly.

This revolver was heavy, and it was loaded with a bullet that had been prepared long ago, like a real thing.

The boy stood up and subconsciously turned to look at the dressing mirror on the cabinet door.

In the dark reflection of the mirror, he stood there quietly holding the revolver... The white gauze fluttered, and behind him, a shadow wearing red-bottomed, black-patterned theatrical robes had appeared at some point.

He stood quietly behind him. In the darkness, those ruby-like eyes were captivating.

A voice sounded faintly from behind the boy:

"You are not afraid of me..."

"You..."

"Want to become me."