I'm not a drama god

"This is……"

"Ghost mocking the abyss?"

Chen Ling looked at the dark abyss in front of him that ran through the earth and felt a little surprised.

In his original impression, the Ghost-Mocking Abyss should be a landform similar to a canyon. Compared with large-scale landforms such as oceans, wilderness, and mountains, the abyss would appear shorter and more powerful... But until he actually arrived in front of the Ghost-Mocking Abyss, Chen Ling realized that his understanding was still conservative.

In the Earth that Chen Ling knew, the widest "abyss" should be the Great Rift Valley of East Africa. It is said that the width at the extreme position can be 100 kilometers, but the Great Rift Valley of East Africa is like a mini toy in front of the Ghost Abyss... The abyss in front of him is at least three times wider than the Great Rift Valley of East Africa. It is as if the God of Nature forcibly broke the continent into two pieces, and endless darkness overflowed from the depths of the earth, making people want to jump in at a glance.

Furthermore, as Chen Ling approached the Ghostly Abyss, he could clearly feel a chilling and cold aura emanating from the pitch-black abyss.

Of course, this breath did not cause any discomfort to Chen Ling, but instead made him feel comfortable and cool.

As they approached the Ghostly Abyss, the centipedes of all sizes in the centipede army became visibly excited. Even the small centipede that had just had one leg removed regained its vitality, and the rest of its long legs swung rapidly, almost leaving an afterimage...

They knew they were going home.

Wu Yi climbed to the edge of the abyss, but did not stop. Instead, he crawled directly down along the vertical cliff. Chen Ling sat steadily on Wu Yi's back, allowing the surrounding darkness to swallow her.

One thousand meters, two thousand meters, three thousand meters...

Even on the vertical wall, the centipede army was able to move forward as if it were flat ground. Their shadows continued to move deeper and deeper in the darkness, easily breaking through 10,000 meters.

Even so, there was still no sign of the bottom. This abyss was like a black hole with no end. During the descent, the perception of time and space seemed to have failed.

Unconsciously, Chen Ling could no longer judge how far this place was from the surface of the earth. Thirty thousand meters? Fifty thousand meters?

He only knew that the sunlight from the Gray World could not reach here at all, but in the darkness below, a little light began to appear. When he got closer, he found that there were actually many blue-glowing plankton living underground, just like jellyfish on the seabed, floating at the bottom of the abyss...

And under the vague reflection of these faint blue lights, a rugged underground kingdom finally appeared before Chen Ling's eyes.

This place is like an underground mountain range. The rugged land undulates beneath the abyss. Among these raised or sunken rocks and the cliffs on both sides, there are many terrifying caves. In the dim light of the blue mayflies, you can even see huge black snakes, scorpions, or centipedes crawling around.

Chen Ling knew that he had truly reached the abyss of ghost ridicule.

“That’s it.”

At the same time, Wu Yi let out a sharp explosion that echoed throughout the abyss.

Chen Ling could probably understand what it meant:

——【The King has returned, welcome him quickly】!!

The moment this voice rang out, all the disasters in the Ghost-Mocking Abyss were stunned.

They looked blankly in the direction where Wu Yi and the others were coming from, as if they hadn't reacted for a moment... and as Wu Yi roared again, a long-lost, familiar, oppressive, world-destroying aura swept out from that direction! !

At this moment, all the disasters in the Ghostly Abyss seemed to be boiling.

Countless black snakes, scorpions, and centipedes madly emerged from the cave, rolling towards Chen Ling like a wave;

On the seemingly nonexistent cliff surface, perfectly camouflaged geckos suddenly opened their eyes and quickly crawled towards it;

At the very bottom of the abyss, those huge shadows that seemed as motionless as rocks began to shake one after another. As the rock chips on their body surfaces fell off, it was revealed that these huge black shadows were actually toads!

From Chen Ling's perspective, he just released a little bit of the aura of destruction, and waves of shadows came flying over from all directions. All kinds of weird and ugly screams echoed in the ground, almost tearing his eardrums!

Surprised, delighted, excited, curious...

Chen Ling could distinguish the emotions in these disastrous voices. The entire Ghost-Mocking Abyss seemed to be rejoicing at his return.

The Ghost-Mocking Abyss has been leaderless for too long, and the disasters here are almost wondering if they have been abandoned by the king. After all, when the king was here, his mood was changeable. When he was in a good mood, he would drag them to drink together. When he was in a bad mood, he would slaughter them and dismantle them into parts, and piece together twisted and weird "artworks" for his own entertainment... But no matter how unstable the king's mood is, he is still the king. During the time when the King of Mocking was away, the disasters in the Ghost-Mocking Abyss were bullied by other disasters.

Now, all the other world destroyers are taking the disasters of their territories to occupy the human realm, but the disaster of ridicule has not yet shown up. These disasters will inevitably think that the king has abandoned them and escaped...

Now that they feel the king's presence reappear, they are naturally extremely happy.

Their king did not abandon them.

Shadow disasters gathered around Chen Ling one after another and knelt down, but they wisely did not block Chen Ling's way forward. Instead, they made way for a wide passage that stretched straight to the end of the abyss...

Chen Ling's centipede army was also extremely majestic at this time, especially Wu Yi, who was now the king's mount. Although those disasters were worshipping Chen Ling, it also benefited from it. It stood straight and slowly crawled through the path made by the disasters.

At this time, the disasters, in addition to welcoming Chen Ling's return, were also looking at Wu Yi curiously.

You know, no matter how high or low the calamities in the Ghostly Abyss are, they should all be as dark as a shadow, but Wu Yi's body actually had a hint of scarlet in it... Retaining color in the gray world should be a world-destroying privilege!

What exactly did it experience during the time it followed the king?

And it wasn't just Wu Yi. The centipede army following behind Chen Ling all had a hint of red to a greater or lesser extent. Under the dim light of the blue mayflies, they were shrouded in a mysterious and powerful veil.

The Centipede Army is enjoying the respect and curiosity from the Disasters;

But a trace of doubt flashed across Chen Ling's eyes...

With his return, the disasters from the Ghost-Mocking Abyss did come to greet him, but if one looked closely, one would find that the ranks of these disasters were generally not high, at most only level seven… So where did all those top-level disasters from the Ghost-Mocking Abyss go?

In such a huge Ghost-Mocking Abyss, there shouldn't be no eighth-level disaster at all.

Just as Chen Ling was thinking, from the depths of the Ghost Abyss, a huge toad shadow as big as a mountain jumped over rapidly!