At the instant Boyang was dragged away by Bonanus's adeptal power, he keenly caught sight of a wisp of black mist slowly drifting toward the two yakshas—Bonanus and Bosacius.
In the Chasm, encountering black mist was never a good sign. It was very likely resentment or demonic miasma.
"There's danger! Wake up—both of you, wake up!"Boyang continued shouting at the top of his lungs. His entire body was wrapped in Bonanus's adeptal power and was being pulled outward at high speed, leaving him completely unable to move.
As he watched the black mist draw closer and closer, sweat soaked through his robe. That yaksha named Bonanus was clearly his savior.
And yet now, after receiving her help, he was powerless to save his benefactors. How utterly useless.
All he could do was watch as Bonanus's adeptal power carried him farther and farther away, until the figures of the two yakshas vanished from his sight.
What Boyang would never know was that the black mist he believed to be dangerous was actually a protective fog created by the system.
The system had produced this black mist to conceal its host's aura and presence, effectively safeguarding its treasured host.
[Protective black mist deployed… Confirming no other hostile lifeforms nearby… Confirming host surroundings are secure.]
[Continuing physical restoration of the host. Continuing soul–body fusion. System entering standby…]
Deep within the unfathomable depths of the Chasm—
This place should have been pitch-black, yet a pale-blue glow—like a tiny blue spirit dancing through the darkness—darted rapidly through the entire underground world.
The light was dazzling, illuminating rock layers where one could not even see their own hand. Within that glow was a single person—Boyang.
The speed of the light was astonishing. It bypassed obstacles effortlessly; even certain forces could not stop it. The stone gates within the Chasm might as well have been decorations.
Yet Boyang felt no joy at being so close to escape. His brows were tightly furrowed, his heart heavy with worry about the two yakshas left behind.
As the light carried him onward, he passed through clusters of monsters. Though the speed was immense, he still caught glimpses of those grotesque creatures—the very same terrifying beings he and the Millelith had once fought.
He also passed through the underground palace that suppressed monsters' powers—the place where so many of his comrades had lost their lives.
"Am I… really going to make it out?"
Wrapped in light, Boyang murmured to himself. His thoughts spiraled—some hopeful, some grim.
Unknowingly, tears streamed down his face. He did not know whether they were born from the excitement of possibly escaping, or from sorrow over the presumed deaths of the two yakshas.
Whoosh!
Before he could think further, a sharp sound rang out. The powerful and beautiful pale-blue adeptal power yanked him straight out of the Chasm.
The entire process took no more than seven or eight minutes.
The adeptal power carried Boyang straight through the seal, surging upward into the sky, before gradually slowing once it reached a certain height.
Millelith Encampment Near the Chasm
The patrol sentries of the Millelith immediately noticed that streak of light. Flying that high—if they missed it, they would have to be blind.
Other soldiers also saw the strange pale-blue glow. In an instant, everyone's pupils shrank.
Had something gone wrong with the seal?!
"Hurry! Everyone assemble! There's a problem at the seal! Grab your weapons!" a Millelith captain shouted loudly.
They had sacrificed countless comrades to seal the Chasm—there could absolutely be no mistake now.
"You—go get Adepti Artificer Rongzhao from the tents, now!" the captain ordered urgently, pointing at a thinner-looking soldier.
The soldier nodded vigorously and dashed toward Rongzhao's tent, spear in hand.
Meanwhile—
The pale-blue light slowly descended. After circling the area a few times, it gently landed on uneven ground not far from the Chasm's entrance.
Ding.
The light set Boyang safely on the ground. With a crisp sound, the pale-blue glow vanished from his sight.
"Huff… huff… huff…"
Boyang gasped for breath, staring around him in disbelief. Afraid he might be mistaken, he suddenly looked up at the sky.
When he saw the white clouds and the sun sinking toward the horizon, he felt as though he were dreaming.
Mentally exhausted, he dropped to one knee and stayed there for a long while, pressing his hand against the stone beneath him.
The sensation was familiar—these were the very stones he had once walked upon alongside hundreds, thousands of Millelith soldiers.
He was really… really out.
Overwhelmed with emotion, Boyang felt his breathing grow ragged. The joy of escape surged through him—he truly hadn't expected that yaksha to possess the power to send him out without disturbing the seal.
But then his gaze dimmed.
The two yakshas were still down there—still in grave danger.
What could he do? He possessed no yaksha's strength, nor could he touch the seal imprisoning those monsters.
As these thoughts weighed on him, Boyang reached into his pocket and touched the notebook he carried. He clenched his teeth, tears spilling from his eyes once more.
He had believed he would be trapped forever beneath the Chasm, slowly tormented by darkness, dying in agony—
And slowly forgotten.
This was the first time in a single day that he had cried twice. They said men did not shed tears lightly.
But this was different.
No one could understand the crushing guilt and turmoil in Boyang's heart. Those emotions nearly drowned out the joy he had just felt upon returning to the surface.
"Those two yakshas… they must be dead, right?" Boyang muttered to himself.
"They exhausted all their adeptal power just to help me… In a place that dangerous, they couldn't have survived…"
A sense of sin gnawed at him. If it weren't for him, the female yaksha named Bonanus would not have fallen unconscious.
Just as Boyang was consumed by pain and self-blame, the Millelith arrived with several hundred soldiers—along with Adepti Artificer Rongzhao—faces tense as they stopped at a distance from the Chasm's seal.
They scanned the area anxiously. Seeing no signs of damage or disturbance to the seal, they finally let out a sigh of relief.
Yet confusion followed immediately. If the seal was intact, then what had that light been?
As the crowd puzzled over this, Rongzhao noticed a figure standing near the Chasm's seal.
That silhouette was unmistakably familiar.
He would never mistake it.
That was his elder brother—the very man who had once said to him, "You're still young. Let your big brother handle this."
Rongzhao rubbed his eyes hard, terrified that it was a hallucination. He pinched his thigh until bruises formed, then released it.
Without hesitation, he rushed forward.
Rongzhao moved fast, sprinting straight toward Boyang.
His sudden action alarmed the Millelith. The captain shouted in panic:
"Hey! What are you doing?! Come back!""Artificer Rongzhao! Don't get close to the seal!"
But Rongzhao couldn't think about any of that. All he wanted was to confirm that the figure before him was real.
"Tch—always causing trouble for others!" the captain muttered irritably, scratching his head. In a place this dangerous, couldn't anyone just follow orders for once?
Taking a deep breath, he barked commands to his men:
"Squads One and Two, with me! The rest of you, secure the perimeter!"
"Yes!"
They had to bring Rongzhao back. The Millelith could not allow such reckless behavior to continue—especially near a seal that imprisoned monsters.