After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 70 - "Youre Not a Moon Sect Cultivator at All!"

“How did the Shengxu Sect respond so quickly?”

“Even the Six Doors’ guards have arrived. What are those useless fools like Cao Dao even doing?”

“An Luo Yi is probably on her way back too. Who knows if Xu Daoyun and He Jun can hold them off... Tch, I need to hurry.”

Walking across the rickety suspension bridge over a sea of molten lava, Nightfall was drenched in sweat, his anxiety palpable.

According to his plan, once he left Xu Daoyun and the others behind, he would proceed alone to the lowest level of the Abyss Spirit Hall to claim the treasure for himself.

But upon reaching the bottom level, Nightfall encountered an unexpected problem.

The lowest level of the Abyss Spirit Hall was a massive labyrinthine ruin!

The three keys he had painstakingly obtained from the immortal attendants were nothing more than “entry tickets” to the labyrinth. The maze was divided into three concentric layers of barriers, and only with all three keys could one even qualify to attempt the challenge.

But having the keys didn’t guarantee success. Only those who could navigate the maze’s chaotic formations and find the hidden door at its center could reach the chamber housing the Abyss Spirit Orb.

Before this, Xu Daoyun had never mentioned the labyrinth at the bottom of the Abyss Spirit Hall!

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Unfamiliar with the terrain and lacking any prior experience, Nightfall had no choice but to rely on trial and error, wandering aimlessly through the maze. He encountered countless traps—poisonous arrows, falling boulders, and even near-fatal plunges into the lava sea.

Who would have thought that beneath the seemingly ordinary Abyss Spirit Hall lay such an expansive and treacherous labyrinth?

Had he known, he would have brought Xu Daoyun along as a sacrificial pawn to clear the way.

Still, fortune favored him.

Despite the hardships, Nightfall had the Abyss Orb, which could guide him to the Abyss Spirit Orb. It was like having a compass in the maze.

After hours of grueling effort, Nightfall finally reached the end of the labyrinth and found the hidden door leading to the chamber where the Abyss Spirit Orb was kept.

Standing before the door, his heart raced, and his breath came in heavy gasps.

Gone was the composed and confident Holy Son of the Demon Sect. His once-pristine robes were now soiled with dirt and sweat, his appearance disheveled.

But none of that mattered.

If he could claim the Abyss Spirit Orb, all his suffering would be worth it.

With trembling hands and a pounding heart, Nightfall approached the door. It was covered in intricate patterns and symbols, seemingly part of a puzzle.

But he had no patience for puzzles.

Channeling his demonic energy, he struck the door with his palm, blasting a massive hole into the stone wall.

Boom!

As the dust settled, Nightfall stepped into the final chamber, his body weary but his determination unwavering.

The room was a pristine, cubic space, its stark white walls a sharp contrast to the dim and grimy labyrinth outside. At the center of the chamber, on a quartz pedestal, floated the Abyss Spirit Orb.

But standing beside the pedestal, with one hand already gripping the orb, was a black-robed boy.

Wait.

Something wasn’t right.

Nightfall blinked, hoping he was seeing things. But no matter how many times he rubbed his eyes, the boy remained.

Not only that, but when the boy noticed him, he swiftly removed the Abyss Spirit Orb from its pedestal, holding it securely in his hand.

Nightfall instinctively moved to rush forward, but the boy seemed to anticipate his every move.

“He... He Jun... How are you here?” Nightfall stammered, his voice trembling, his face twitching with disbelief.

His mind raced to make sense of the situation, but the truth was clear: the Abyss Spirit Orb was no longer his to claim.

“Thanks to Your Highness’s three keys, I was able to bypass the labyrinth’s outer defenses,” He Ange said with a faint, mocking smile as he cradled the orb.

Nightfall’s pupils dilated, and fury began to boil in his chest.

“I’m asking you why you’re here in the first place! Where’s Xu Daoyun? Weren’t you supposed to be guarding the second level with him?” Nightfall demanded.

“I’m too weak for guard duty. It’s not a job suited for me,” He Ange replied casually.

“You insolent brat! You’re courting death!” Nightfall roared, his anger reaching its peak. Without another word, he lunged at He Ange, his demonic energy surging.

Whatever tricks He Ange had used to get here didn’t matter. In a one-on-one fight, Nightfall was confident in his superiority. As a late-stage Core Formation cultivator, he had no doubt he could overpower a mere Foundation Establishment rogue cultivator.

“Sorry, but you might not be able to take it from me,” He Ange said with a calm smile, raising the Abyss Spirit Orb.

The orb responded to its holder’s will, spinning rapidly before releasing a pulse of ghostly blue energy that radiated outward.

Boom!

Caught off guard, Nightfall raised his arms to shield himself, but the energy pulse struck him with full force, sending him crashing into the chamber’s pristine white wall. Blood spurted from his mouth as he slumped to the ground.

He looked up at He Ange, his face a mix of shock and disbelief.

Who was this boy?

How could a rogue cultivator wield the Abyss Spirit Orb, a treasure of the immortal sects, so effortlessly?

“The Abyss Spirit Orb and the Abyss Orb are both ancient relics of the Abyss Clan. Unfortunately for you, Your Highness, it seems you never learned how to use them properly,” He Ange said, tossing the orb into the air and catching it again.

Nightfall’s rage reached a breaking point. “You dare betray me!” he screamed, pulling the Abyss Orb from his robes and raising it above his head, attempting to use its power to corrupt He Ange’s mind.

But this was exactly what He Ange had been waiting for.

As Nightfall activated the Abyss Orb, He Ange extended his left hand. Two opposing forces of dark energy erupted in the cubic chamber.

While Nightfall sought to use the Abyss Orb to control He Ange, the latter was using the Abyss Spirit Orb to pull the Abyss Orb from Nightfall’s grasp.

The room descended into a tense stalemate.

Nightfall could feel the Abyss Orb slipping from his grip. Desperately, he poured more demonic energy into it, but he couldn’t match the combined power of He Ange and the Abyss Spirit Orb.

He still didn’t understand why the Abyss Spirit Orb granted its holder such immense power while the Abyss Orb did not.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Realizing he was losing ground, Nightfall tried to hold onto the Abyss Orb with all his might. But He Ange, with years of accumulated rogue energy, was more than capable of matching him in a short-term contest of strength.

“You’re a rogue cultivator?!” Nightfall spat, his voice filled with venom. “You’re not from the Moon Sect! You’re not Mu Yanli’s junior brother! You’ve been a rogue all along!”

“If I’d known, I would’ve killed you the moment we met! I should never have let you live this long!”

Finally realizing He Ange’s true nature, Nightfall let out a furious roar.

But it was too late.

With a final surge of power, He Ange wrenched the Abyss Orb from Nightfall’s grasp, catching it in his left hand. A sly smile played on his lips as he looked down at the defeated Holy Son.

“Too bad you spared me,” He Ange said mockingly. “When you die here tonight, I’ll make sure to tell the Yumo Sect’s leader that their precious Holy Son fell victim to the Moon Sect’s betrayal and Mu Yanli’s cunning schemes.”

“You—!!!”