RNP Chapter 41 The Power of Darkness
Chapter 41 The Power of Darkness
This place is sparsely populated, and even the sounds of birds and animals are almost nonexistent. Only the whistling of the wind blowing through the treetops makes it seem exceptionally desolate.
Beneath a nearly vertical, steep rock face lies an inconspicuous cave entrance.
Vines and moss almost completely cover it, making it very difficult to spot unless you look for it intentionally.
As Yamamoto approached within a few feet of the cave entrance, an indescribable chill crept up his spine.
No, how should I put it...
This should be considered...
Are you scared?!
The pitch-black opening, in the dim light, resembled the gaping maw of an ancient, lurking beast, silently spewing out suffocating malice and despair.
It was like a cold and enormous eye from the deepest part of the abyss, which had been open here since countless ages ago, quietly and eternally gazing at all the changes in the Soul Society, recording all the glorious and bloody history.
"It's at the very deepest part of this cave." The monk stood at the cave entrance, his arms still clasped in front of his chest, but his eyes were now solemn.
He gazed at the darkness that seemed to absorb all light and slowly said, "The 'world' inside is perhaps more troublesome and more dangerous than we imagine."
"So that's why you called me here, right?" Yamamoto glanced at the monk.
The monk said, "You're right! If there's anyone in the Pure Spirit Court who can help me, it's you. After all, Wang Yue can't be allowed to get into trouble."
The swordsman Nimaiya Ohetsu is arguably the most important person in the Soul Society right now.
Because he is the one who forged the Zanpakuto!
Without him, there would be no Zanpakuto, and therefore no samurai group as we know it today!
"That's really unpleasant to hear," Yamamoto said calmly.
Although what the monk said made no problem, didn't it mean that he himself could get into trouble?
But Yamamoto didn't take it to heart.
He simply took a step forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with the monk, facing the dark entrance that swallowed everything.
His spiritual pressure was immense and intense, seemingly blocking the eerie terror emanating from the cave.
"Let's go," Yamamoto said in a deep voice.
He took the lead and stepped into the thick, almost solid darkness of the cave, a darkness that seemed to defy even the moonlight.
The monk smiled and followed closely behind.
The two figures were quickly swallowed up by the shadows of the cave, like two specks of light thrown into a sea of ink. From the outside, one could only see the two enter the cave and then disappear from sight.
From their perspective, once they entered the cave, the surrounding darkness was so intense it seemed to have a physical presence, oppressing their senses.
But this didn't pose any real obstacle for them; they simply continued onward.
The deeper you go, the more the darkness dissipates, and a faint yellow light appears in the pitch black.
Then the world before my eyes became increasingly vast, as if I had suddenly passed through Mount Koibu and arrived at another mountain range, which was far beyond what a single cave could contain.
Yamamoto looked around and felt as if he had entered a dark and terrifying hell.
The undulating mountain ranges blend into the somber, ink-like horizon in the far distance, stretching as far as the eye can see.
The earth beneath my feet was a lifeless, pitch-black color. The soil was hardened and covered with cracks, as if it had been repeatedly scorched and carbonized by a world-destroying fire.
The air was filled with a complex and nauseating odor, hard to describe, but somewhat like the pungent smell of burnt residue mixed with a rotten, sweet stench that made one feel suffocated.
"Where is this place?"
Yamamoto frowned and said, "Hell?"
"It's somewhat similar, but you can't say the two are the same," the monk said.
"I came in once before, but I always had a feeling of unease, so I called you after I went back."
"Where did you go?" Yamamoto asked curiously. "What made you feel uneasy?"
The monk's strength is beyond doubt. As a royal agent of the Spirit King's Palace, he has been guarding the Spirit King's safety for millions of years, and no one has been able to break through his defenses.
The monk walked forward and said, "Come with me, there's nothing dangerous in this area."
He walked in front, with Yamamoto following behind him.
The two did not walk very fast, but rather with ordinary steps on the dark and hard ground, heading towards the distant mountain range that resembled a crouching behemoth.
The footsteps echoed far into the deathly silence, carrying a hollow resonance.
The mountains in this world are also black, but after entering, you will find that the space has changed again, this time the sky has changed.
From a distance, the mountain range appears to be shrouded in a layer of dark clouds, but as you approach, you'll discover that what's in the sky isn't clouds, but a vast expanse of...
墙？
Yes, it's a wall-like structure, except that the surface of this wall is covered with countless, honeycomb-like doors!
Each door is completely different in size, style, and material. Some are simple and heavy, engraved with unrecognizable ancient runes; others are simple and rough, as if they were carved by hand; and still others are twisted and bizarre in shape, not at all like man-made objects.
These doors were all tightly closed, but from the cracks, various chilling auras emanated from within: some were extreme cold, some were utter darkness, some carried an ancient, decaying scent, and others exuded a thick aura of death...
It was as if behind every door lay an extremely terrifying being.
The monk walked a few dozen more steps, then stopped and looked up at a door in the sky.
Yamamoto also looked up and asked, "Is it up here?"
He also saw the door.
It was a rather unusual door.
Its entire body is an inky black that seems to absorb light, and there are faint, liquid-like shadows flowing on the door as if they are about to drip down.
They had a feeling that once the liquid fell, the being behind the door would descend!
"Yes," the monk nodded and said, "Behind this door, I sensed a power that originates from the same source as me."
"?" Yamamoto asked, puzzled.
The power that originates from the same source as monks?
What is this?
and many more……
"It's darkness," the monk said in a deep voice. "Behind this door, I sensed a darkness, a darkness beyond my control!"
The monk's ability is to control darkness. Theoretically, all the darkness in the world is under his control, but here, he senses another kind of darkness, a darkness that is not under his control.
"What's behind the door?" Yamamoto asked again.
"I don't know, but they all seem to be sealed away," the monk said. "Last time I came here, I reached this spot, and stopped after sensing the darkness above."
"But... it wasn't just me who sensed the other party's dark power; the other party also seemed to sense my dark power, to the point that, with the help of my power, his seal seemed to be showing signs of being broken."