The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness - Chapter 217
142. The Weeping Serpent (Nine)
The pitch-black mist enveloped Mu En’s vision like night.
He looked around, but all he could see was a dead silence of pure black; nothing else was visible.
His perception expanded, but was instantly disrupted by an invisible force, leaving him unable to sense anything.
“Is this… the true Dark Moon Mist?”
Mu En murmured instinctively, but as soon as he spoke, he was taken aback.
He couldn’t hear his own voice.
From the moment he stepped into this dark fog, it felt as if he had entered a realm of silence.
Vision was blocked.
Hearing was blocked.
Perception was blocked.
He didn’t even need to test his sense of smell; so many had died here, yet he couldn’t detect even a hint of lingering scent.
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Mu En tried to take a few steps. This should have been an uneven clearing, but at that moment, he felt as if he were walking on an absolute plane, with no reference points to determine his position.
All five senses, along with perception, had been sealed off.
Is this what they call the Dark Moon Mist that isolates everything? No wonder it’s said that even the crowned ones who enter recklessly can become lost within.
As long as it remains within the realm of humanity, encountering such a situation would likely leave anyone at a loss.
Soon enough, they would be overwhelmed by the fear shrouded in this eternal, silent darkness, driven to madness, and ultimately succumb to a permanent descent.
So, does my calmness in the face of this pure darkness still count as being within the realm of humanity?
Mu En pondered for a moment, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.
Then, suddenly, a crimson flame ignited in the palm of his hand.
As the crimson flame emerged, the black mist began to churn violently, as if it had encountered a natural enemy. The darkness before Mu En was instantly dispelled… by one meter.
Only this much?
Mu En couldn’t help but frown.
A one-meter radius, which was still shrinking, felt utterly insignificant against this vast unknown expanse of dark mist, let alone a means to escape.
Use more flames?
No, that would likely just be a waste of energy.
After all, this was not the trivial chaos created by a succubus, which vanished with a single burn. This was the dark moon mist, meticulously arranged by the Silent Moon to ensure the smooth implementation of its descent. How could it possibly be completely dispelled by the divine power within himself?
Though the actions of the Silent Moon had been quite contemptible so far, it was still an evil god of equal rank to the Withering King. Its power, like the crimson flames of the Withering King, belonged to the same tier, with no absolute counterbalance.
I need to think of another way.
Another way…
A thought stirred in Mu En’s mind. He tapped the hilt of Elizabeth’s blade with his fingers and silently moved forward a distance.
【Black Book】
Mu En softly called out in his mind.
The Black Book emerged from the depths of his consciousness, slowly opening.
However, this time Mu En was not seeking information; he was invoking the Black Book’s most fundamental ability—absolute “objective” recording.
The pages turned silently, landing on the record of Mu En’s current actions.
【Mu En Campbell takes three steps forward, four steps to the left, six steps to the left, five steps to the left, and ultimately returns to the original position.】
Returned to the original position…
But I have been moving forward all along.
“I see, so this mist does interfere with my actions to some extent?” Mu En quickly realized.
After all, having lost his five senses, in this mist, he was no different from a marionette being manipulated at will.
But perhaps even the Silent Moon did not anticipate that someone could still find a guiding reference to move forward within this dark moon mist.
Mu En took a step forward.
【Mu En Campbell takes a step forward.】
Mu En took another step forward.
[Mu En Campbell took a step to the left.]
Mu En retracted his footstep and changed direction.
[Mu En Campbell took a step to the right.]
He changed direction again.
[Mu En Campbell took a step forward.]
I can do this!
A spark ignited in Mu En’s eyes.
Thus, guided by the reference of the dark book, Mu En continuously corrected his course, moving steadily and straight ahead.
The dark mist suddenly surged violently once more. This time, Mu En did not summon the crimson flames, but he could distinctly feel the restlessness and unease conveyed by the endless black fog.
“It seems I’ve arrived.”
A faint smile curved at the corners of Mu En’s mouth, and then it ignited suddenly!
Endless crimson flames erupted from within him again, enveloping him in supreme light and heat, tearing apart the final layer of the dark moon mist with sheer force!
The dark fog dissipated.
The sky brightened.
The pure moonlight poured down, adorning everything as if it were a sacred realm inhabited by fairies.
With no time to admire the breathtaking beauty, Mu En’s gaze fell upon the already collapsed center of the altar.
The girl in purple, her eyes tightly closed, delicate brows slightly furrowed, floated quietly beneath the pure moonlight, her dress fluttering like the wings of a dancing butterfly.
“Senior…”
Mu En called softly.
But in the next moment, he couldn’t help but feel his pupils constrict, his heart nearly stopping.
He saw the snake scales covering Anna’s skin, and the thick, long snake tail protruding from beneath her skirt.
“What is this…”
At this moment, Anna had clearly transformed completely into a serpent person, a symbol of the silent moon’s kin.
Mu En involuntarily recalled the words of the female demon from earlier:
[Mu En Campbell, perhaps seeing her in her current form would excite you even more.]
This was the malice of the demoness; witnessing the girl he cherished transform into this grotesque form, one that could hardly be called human, would surely pierce anyone’s heart like a knife, making it difficult to remain calm.
“But what of it?”
Mu En took a deep breath, suppressing the anger that threatened to cloud his reason deep within his heart.
“No matter what my senior becomes, no matter if there’s any hope of curing the serpent’s curse, I will save her, no matter who stands in my way.
So—”
Mu En looked up, gazing at the enormous blue moon that could only be clearly seen from this space, nearly occupying his entire field of vision, and roared with a twisted face:
“Silent Moon, take your filthy hands off my senior!”
Mu En’s roar echoed clearly in this desolate space.
Yet, all that responded to him was still deathly silence.
The moon didn’t even cast a trivial glance his way.
After all, even if Mu En pierced through the heavy darkness, in the moon’s eyes, he was merely an ant subjected to a special power by his mortal enemy.
Being an ant, how could he deserve its presence?
Mu En seemed to hear a disdainful sneer.
Outside the altar, the blood pool suddenly began to churn.
With endless hatred and pain, emaciated corpses crawled out of the blood pool, blocking Mu En’s path.
“So that’s how it is…”
Mu En lowered his gaze, saying little.
He did not express anger at this obvious contempt.
He simply tightened his grip on Elizabeth and then… charged into the surging tide of corpses!
Perhaps in the eyes of the Silent Moon, he was just a bug.
But this lofty deity probably didn’t know, did it?
Bugs bite too, and it hurts!