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

The dark blue waters rippled gently, and the Abyss Royal City, refracted by the light, took on a dreamlike hue. Duoya led Luo Xi and her group through layers of corridors, finally stopping in front of a huge black stone door.

The stone door was tightly closed, carved with intricate, ancient patterns, and faintly emanated a frightening energy. Rosie felt her heart beat faster unconsciously. She could clearly sense that behind this door, something powerful, even dangerous, was hidden.

"This is the forbidden area of ​​the Abyss King City."

Duoya's voice echoed in the empty space, carrying a certain solemnity. She raised her hand, her fingertips lightly touching the cold stone door. The cold touch and rough texture from her fingertips stirred an indescribable emotion in her heart.

She exerted slight force.

The stone door made a low and long roar and slowly opened inward, like a sleeping giant finally opening his sleepy eyes.

The door does not lead directly to darkness, but to a deep corridor. On the walls on both sides of the corridor are engraved huge murals.

Luo Xi followed Duoya, slowly entering the corridor. On the murals, ancestors of the abyssal mermaids, some riding giant sea beasts, some wielding weapons emitting a faint blue glow, battled unknown enemies. Ancient, rugged lines outlined thrilling battles, as if brushing away the dust of time, revealing a scroll of history unfolding before their eyes.

Rosie's heartbeat quickened slightly. The powerful force contained in the murals, after years of baptism, still had the power to move people. She subconsciously slowed down her pace and carefully observed each mural, trying to decipher more information from them.

"These murals record the history of our Abyssal Mermaid Clan." Duoya slowed down her pace, turned her head, and looked at Luo Xi with her aquamarine eyes. "Each one represents an important moment."

Rosie nodded gently, her gaze still fixed on the murals. She discovered that these murals didn't simply record wars, but also included scenes of the daily lives of the Abyssal Mermen: sacrifices, celebrations, hunting... These images gave Rosie a deeper understanding of this mysterious race.

The team moved forward slowly. Xingyun followed quietly behind them. Luo Xi accidentally caught a glimpse of him. Through a thin veil, his eyes seemed to be fixed on her. His eyes were deep and complex, and it made Luo Xi's heart tremble slightly. When she looked again, Xingyun had already looked away, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

The corridor wasn't very long, but because of the murals, the group didn't walk very fast. Finally, they reached the end of the corridor, and another door appeared before them.

Unlike the huge stone door before, this door is relatively small, but the patterns carved on it are more complex and exquisite, exuding an ancient and heavy atmosphere.

Xingyun walked to the door and lowered his eyelids, shielding his deep eyes. His slender fingers gently stroked the intricate patterns on the door, as if conversing with an ancient spirit. A low, melodious chant surged from his lips like ocean waves, each syllable imbued with mysterious power, echoing in the empty corridor and vibrating everyone's eardrums.

As the chanting continued, the previously static patterns on the door seemed to be infused with life, slowly flowing like a galaxy twinkling in the night sky. Finally, the heavy door, trembling silently, slowly opened inward.

The scene behind the door made everyone stunned.

It was not a room, but a huge natural cave. The walls and dome of the cave were not made of cold rocks, but were densely engraved with huge murals. Reflected by the dark blue sea, the murals sparkled with strange light, as if they were alive.

Luo Qian's eyes were instantly drawn to the mural. It depicted not the history of the Abyssal Mermaids, but a horrific war. Countless gods of various forms clashed on the battlefield. Some clad in golden armor, wielding sharp blades, looked awe-inspiring; some controlled thunder, summoning wind and rain with overwhelming force; and some, as colossal as mountains, could cause mountains to collapse and the earth to crack with a wave of their hand, as if the world were about to end...

The sky was ripped apart by divine power, revealing a pitch-black void, deep and terrifying. The earth trembled in the battle, tectonic plates cracked, and magma erupted in a purgatory. The sea surged back, submerging former cities and civilizations, leaving only ruins. The entire world seemed plunged into doomsday, despair and oppression.

Luo Qian felt her breathing become difficult. She felt as if she were there, she could hear the deafening roar of fighting on the battlefield, smell the blood in the air, and feel the tragic and sorrow emanating from the fall of the gods.

This is not just a mural, but more like a sealed ancient battlefield, presenting the tragic war across time and space before her with a shocking power.

Lu Ye subconsciously took a step back, his body tense, his peach blossom eyes widened, and his voice was a little dry: "This... is this the war of gods?" No matter how cynical he usually was, at this moment he felt the oppressive feeling coming towards him.

Kyle's face remained expressionless, but he unconsciously tightened his grip on Rosie's hand. His powerful mental strength allowed him to more clearly sense the terrifying energy contained within the mural.

Admiral Mike's golden hair gleamed slightly in the dim blue light. He straightened his back and scanned the mural with sharp eyes, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

Orlando's brows furrowed, his eyes a complex expression. As the Sea King, he had seen a lot, but this was the first time he had seen such a shocking sight.

Enzo lowered his head, his black hair covering his eyes, making it difficult to see his expression. But his slightly trembling body still revealed his inner unrest.

Duoya nodded gently, her aquamarine eyes revealing a complex mix of emotions: reminiscence, awe, and a hint of indescribable sadness. "This is a scene from the ancient war between gods. It's said that this is the reason why our Abyss Clan is trapped here."

"Trapped?" Luo Xi keenly caught the key words in Duoya's words.