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

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

Duoya didn't answer immediately, instead casting her gaze on the earth-shattering battle of gods depicted on the mural. She gently raised her hand, her fingertips sliding slowly across the mural, as if caressing a long-forgotten memory.

"To be precise, we're 'imprisoned' here." Duoya's voice was soft, carrying an indescribable sense of melancholy. "After the Ancient War of Gods, the Lord Seagod fell, and the Heart of Seagod was sealed with him. We, the Abyss Clan, as descendants of Seagod, were also imprisoned by that power in this Seagod's Abyss, and we have been forbidden to leave for generations."

Duoya mentioned it lightly, but her aqua-blue eyes swept over Luo Xi imperceptibly. Deep in her eyes, a complex and indistinguishable light flashed quickly.

Luo Xi no longer paid attention to what she was saying; she only felt her heart beating uncontrollably. Her gaze was fixed on the various deities depicted on the murals. The deafening sounds of battle seemed to echo in her ears, each one striking directly at the depths of her soul.

"Sissi...Sissi..."

From somewhere, a voice seemed to be calling her name. The voice was distant and ethereal, yet it held an irresistible charm that drew her in, tempted her, and made her want to get closer, closer...

Rosie's body unconsciously leaned forward, her white fingers slowly raised, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if she wanted to penetrate the cold wall and touch the tragic war in the mural.

"Sissi!"

Just as Rosie's fingertips were about to touch the mural, a large hand suddenly grasped her wrist. That hand, broad and warm, held her firmly in place with undeniable strength.

Rosie snapped back to reality, a thin layer of sweat already oozing from her forehead. She turned and met Kyle's deep amber eyes. Those eyes were filled with worry, reproach, and a subtle hint of fear.

"You..." Luo Xi opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say. She had just been... possessed, feeling as if something behind the mural was calling her.

At that moment, she completely lost control of her consciousness.

Kyle said nothing, but just held Rosie's hand tightly.

"What's going on?" Kyle turned to look at Duoya, his voice low and questioning. Although he wasn't a psychic, his Saint-level mental power was enough for him to sense some strange energy fluctuations within the mural.

He didn't believe that Rosie would be bewitched by this mural for no reason. After all, Rosie and Kyle were both Saint-level powerhouses with immense mental strength. How could they be so easily influenced?

Admiral Mike stepped forward, standing in front of Rosie, his back straight like a solid barrier. He spoke in a deep, powerful voice, "I don't sense any psychic fluctuations. This painting doesn't look right. We should be cautious."

Kyle didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, his deep amber eyes staring at the mural quietly.

Mike was a ninth-rank psychic, extremely sensitive to psychic energy fluctuations. He said there were no psychics, so the problem probably lay with this painting...

Lu Ye also reacted. He rushed to Princess Duoya in one step, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes: "Your Highness, did you do anything to this mural?"

Duoya remained calm and composed. She gently stroked her long black hair that fell across her chest, a playful glint in her aquamarine eyes. "These murals are made of stone. To me, they simply record some ancient history, nothing special. I've always wondered about the meaning behind these murals, but no matter how many times I come here to look at them, they don't react at all."

She paused, her gaze fixed on Rosie, and said calmly, "As for Rosie's reaction just now... perhaps this proves that Her Excellency the Saint is the one in the prophecy."

Kyle's expression darkened instantly, and the air pressure around him plummeted, as if a cold current from the deep ocean had swept over him, causing the temperature to drop several degrees. His voice was deep and full of undeniable pressure: "You'd better state your purpose clearly. Otherwise, I have no problem wiping the Abyss Clan off the interstellar landscape."

This is no joke. Given Kyle's strength, if they really wanted to fight, the Abyss Clan would probably be no match for him.

The curve of Duoya's lips remained unchanged, as if she didn't care about Kyle's threat at all. Even her eyes didn't change.

"Don't be impatient." Duoya's voice was still clear, like an icy spring, with no emotion to be found. "Why don't you first listen to the story behind this mural?"

Rosie gently pulled Kyle's hand, and the warmth from her fingertips calmed him down a bit. She looked up at Kyle and whispered, "Let them talk. I'll be fine as long as you're here."

Kyle was silent for a moment, which was considered as his consent. He then held Rosie's hand tightly with his backhand.

Rosie felt warm in her heart, she knew that Kyle was worried about her.

Duoya smiled faintly and began her story. Her voice echoed in the empty cave, carrying a strange rhythm that seemed to bring people back to that distant era, that ancient beast world full of mystery and unknowns.

Long, long ago, the interstellar world was not divided into numerous empires and races like it is today. Back then, there were only two major clans: the Water Clan and the Land Clan.

The Shui people don't live in water, as their name suggests. They live on land, just like the Lu people. They are called Shui people simply because they live in coastal areas and rely on the sea for their daily food and supplies.

The two races, one living by the sea and the other living by the mountains, have completely different lifestyles, but they can coexist peacefully and live in peace.

Until one day, disaster struck and a huge meteorite hit the ground, almost destroying the entire animal world.

The already limited resources have become even more scarce.

A fierce war broke out between the two races in order to compete for limited survival resources.

The war lasted for a very long time. After the natural disaster, it experienced a long period of man-made disasters. The orc world was severely damaged and almost on the verge of collapse.

At this moment, a girl from another world appeared.

She brought fire and the method of extracting salt, and she brought new hope to this world on the verge of collapse.

Just when everyone in the beast world thought she was the savior goddess and worshiped her, this girl from another world personally created a disaster that almost led to the complete extinction of the entire beast world.