Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

Luo Xi was stunned. She didn't expect Duoya to say this suddenly.

"Prophecy?" Rosie raised an eyebrow. "What prophecy?"

Duoya looked at Luo Xi, and a complex emotion flashed in her aquamarine eyes: "A prophecy about the fate of the Abyss Clan."

"The prophecy states that a 'holy female' with powerful vitality will arrive at the Abyss of Poseidon at a specific time. She will be able to awaken the dormant Heart of Poseidon and lift the curse of the Abyss Clan."

Duoya's voice was very soft, but every word was like a bombshell, exploding in Luo Xi's heart.

"The Holy Lady? The Heart of Poseidon? Curse?" Rosie felt her head buzzing.

Each piece of information shocked her.

She never thought that she would be involved with these things.

"The Holy Female you're talking about, are you referring to me?" Rosie touched her chest lightly with her fingertips, a hint of disbelief in her tone, and her clear eyes widened slightly.

Duoya didn't answer immediately. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, her thick black hair floating gently in the water like seaweed. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, like a fleeting light in the deep sea: "Who else could it be besides you?"

"But..." Rosie tried to explain. She unconsciously clasped her hands together, her knuckles exerting a little pressure. "I don't know anything about the Heart of Poseidon, let alone a curse."

Admiral Mike stepped forward, standing in front of Rosie. His golden hair gleamed slightly in the blue light. He looked directly at Duoya, his tone holding a hint of protection. "Princess Duoya, please don't place too high hopes on her. Sissi is just an ordinary little female. I'm afraid you'll disappoint Her Highness."

"How can a holy female be an ordinary female?" Duoya interrupted Admiral Mike. She gently played with her long black hair that fell on her chest. There was a meaningful light in her water-blue eyes, as if she had already seen through everything.

Luo Xi felt a little uncomfortable when Duoya looked at her. She subconsciously avoided Duoya's sight, her eyes wandering.

"Prophecy? Ha." Orlando suddenly sneered, his voice echoing in the empty hall with undisguised contempt. "You believe in something like this?"

He looked at Duoya with a hint of mockery in his eyes, his sharp gaze like a sword drawn from its sheath: "Abyss Clan, when did you start believing in these illusory things?"

"This isn't just empty talk," Duoya retorted. She straightened her back, like a black coral standing proudly in the deep sea. "This is a prophecy passed down from generation to generation by our Abyss Clan. It's never wrong."

"Never wrong?" Orlando raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Then tell me, what else did this prophecy say?"

Duoya did not answer immediately. She turned her head and looked into the depths of the hall, a complex emotion flashing in her aqua-blue eyes.

"The prophecy says that the Holy Lady will bring hope, but also destruction."

With a sound as clear as a spring, a young man in a white robe slowly swam over.

He has long black hair that falls like a waterfall, making his snow-white skin even more translucent. His lower body is a black fish tail that sways gently in the water, creating a strong visual impact with its distinct black and white.

He had a cold face, and his eyes and brows revealed a sense of detachment from the world, like an exiled immortal who had escaped from the world.

"The Falling Star Priest." Duoya nodded slightly when she saw the person coming, and a soft light flashed in her water-blue eyes.

As a woman herself, Luo Xi keenly noticed that the way Duoya looked at Xingyun seemed... different.

Xingyun walked up to the crowd, his gaze lingering on Luo Qian for a moment. His cold gaze, like the thousand-year-old ice in the deep sea, or like an X-ray that could penetrate the soul, made Luo Qian feel strangely uncomfortable.

He opened his thin lips slightly, his voice as clear as a mountain spring, yet with an unquestionable majesty: "Welcome to Your Excellency the Saint, we have been waiting for a long time..."

Luo Qian looked at the deep and bottomless black eyes of the Falling Star Priest, and felt as if her consciousness was slowly being pulled away by an invisible big hand, and her body became light, as if she was about to ascend to heaven in the next second.

"Sissi!" Admiral Mike's anxious voice was like a flash of lightning that cut through the chaos, instantly bringing Rosie back to reality.

She suddenly came back to her senses, and a thin layer of cold sweat had already seeped out of her forehead.

What happened just now?

Rosie's heart was filled with alarm. Among her companions, Ling Yuan, Lu Ye, and Mike were all psychic, and she was very familiar with the fluctuations of this kind of superpower.

But just now, she clearly didn't feel any fluctuations of supernatural powers, but it was as if she was controlled by someone's mental power, and she almost got tricked.

Rosie looked at the Starfall Priest and Princess Duoya calmly.

Both of them looked normal, one as cold as the moon, the other as beautiful as a deep-sea enchantress, as if nothing had happened just now.

Could it be that I am too worried?

Luo Xi was confused, but years of caution made her a little more wary of these two people.

Lu Ye also noticed something was wrong. He quietly moved his feet and stood in front of Luo Xi. Although he was not as strong as Kyle, his heart to protect Luo Xi was no less than others.

His peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"Hey, Master Priest," Lu Ye narrowed his peach blossom eyes and spoke with thorns, "your way of welcoming is really 'unique'. If you don't know, you would think that all members of the Abyss Clan treat guests like this." He deliberately emphasized the word "unique" to clearly express his dissatisfaction.

Kyle said nothing, but glanced at Xingyun coldly. That look was like ice from the deep sea, chilling one's bones.

Duoya remained elegant, seemingly completely unaffected by Kyle's aura. She spoke in a clear voice, "Your Excellency, please calm down. Xingyun did not mean to offend. This is a racial gift of their race. You just need to avoid looking at him."

Xingyun lowered his head slightly, his voice as cold as spring water hitting stone: "I'm sorry for being rude." He took out a black ribbon from somewhere and slowly covered his eyes.

The silk ribbon was incredibly thin, its sheen like black jade shimmering gently in the deep blue water. Following Xingyun's movements, the ends of the ribbon drifted gently in the water, like two black fish swimming, entwining behind him. Combined with his cool pale complexion, the stark contrast of black and white accentuated his cold, ethereal presence, like a solitary black mandala blooming in the deep sea, mysterious and dangerous.

Lu Ye looked at Xing Yun and curled his lips. This guy looked decent enough, but a little... weird. He quietly leaned towards Luo Xi and lowered his voice, "Does he look like the Medusa in the legend of Blue Star, who can turn people to stone with just one look?"

Luo Xi frowned slightly, her eyes falling on Xingyun with a bit of scrutiny and thought.

The feeling at that moment...

It is indeed not as simple and crude as petrification.

more like...

An invisible pull seemed to pull her soul out of her body.

Although it was only a moment, so fast that she almost didn't have time to distinguish it carefully before being pulled back by Mike's voice, Rosie still didn't dare to take it lightly.

After all, the racial talent that can affect her, a Saint-level psychic, is definitely not an ordinary one.