SCT-Novel Chapter 107: A Voice from the Abyss
Chapter 107: A Voice from the Abyss
The grotto behind the waterfall was a pocket of absolute silence, the thundering cascade of water outside a distant, muted roar. Li Yu knelt on the cool stone floor, his body trembling, not from weakness, but from the aftershocks of the monumental event that had just transpired within his own soul.The voice echoed in his mind, not as a wave of instinct or a simple feeling, but as a clear, melodic, and perfectly formed thought. It was a voice that held the weight of ancient tides and the sorrow of a forgotten age. It was the voice of Lirael.
Li Yu’s mind, which had remained calm through world-shaking battles and reality-bending displays of power, was thrown into a state of confusion.
He withdrew his consciousness from the sanctuary, his physical eyes snapping open. He took a deep, shuddering breath, his heart pounding in his chest. Everything he thought he knew, every piece of established cultivation lore he had ever read, stated that demonic beasts could only achieve true, human-like sapience and the ability to communicate with complex language upon reaching the Core Formation Realm—the Rank 10 Abyssal Beast stage. It was the great, final barrier that separated the intelligence of a beast from that of a man.
It wasn’t that the beasts were not smart, it just was what humans had defined as intelligence. They could communicate and plan long long before being able to speak with humans.
Lirael was a Rank 6 Hegemon Beast. She was powerful, yes, but she was a full realm and a half below that legendary threshold. It was a contradiction, an impossibility that defied all logic.
He needed answers. He sealed the grotto behind him with another layer of formations and once again sank his consciousness into the Koi’s Sanctuary.
He appeared in the vast, misty inland sea, his spiritual avatar as solid and real as his physical body. The sanctuary was still thrumming with the residual, oceanic power of Lirael’s evolution. He saw her floating in the center of the lake, her new, thirty-foot-long form a masterpiece of deep, abyssal beauty.
Her scales, the color of a midnight ocean sprinkled with stars, seemed to drink the crimson-gold light of the sanctuary, and her new, silver horn pulsed with a faint, psychic light. She was no longer a simple assassin, too large for pure stealth. She had transformed into a true warship of the deep, a frontline attacker and a powerful controller, her aura one of absolute mastery over the element of water.
He moved towards her, his mind a whirlwind of questions. But before he could speak, a boisterous, enthusiastic voice, filled with the wisdom of ages and the cheerfulness of a young boy, boomed in his mind.
fine specimen, Kui, the Behemoth Turtle-Snake, had paddled over from the depths, its now thirty-foot form creating a gentle, respectful wake in the misty water. Its shattered shell was almost completely mended, the cracks now just faint, silvery lines on the obsidian-like surface.
Li Yu’s thought was a sharp, focused query, cutting through the flattery.
Kui let out a deep, rumbling, and thoroughly amused chuckle. the classic mortal misconception! You tie everything to your neat, tidy little realms. Power, intelligence, the very nature of existence. But the world, Wise Host, is a far messier, and more wonderful, place than your books would
The ancient turtle-snake settled in the water, its golden, draconic eyes filled with the light of ancient wisdom. ability for a beast to form a soul-voice is not a simple matter of cultivation. If it were, every dull-witted, rock-headed ape who managed to live long enough to form a Core would be a philosopher. No, no. It is a matter of nature, of bloodline, and of a spark of
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Li Yu listened, his full attention now on the ancient king.
Kui explained.
Li Yu asked.
Kui corrected.
The ancient beast paused, a look of profound respect in its golden eyes. little serpent, however, has just consumed the heart of one of her own ancestors. It did not just grant her power; it was the final key that unlocked the innate wisdom of her bloodline. It gave her the memories and legacy to shape her thoughts into true language. She always had the potential to
Li Yu stared at Lirael, a new, profound understanding dawning in his heart. She was not just a powerful beast. She was an ancient soul in a newborn body.
He finally turned his full attention to her. he projected gently.
The magnificent Naga, who had been listening to their conversation in a state of quiet, regal calm, finally turned her golden eyes to him. Her new voice, a melody of crystal bells, echoed in his mind. remember… the deep. A world of crushing, absolute pressure and silent, cold light. I remember a great city of coral and pearl, a kingdom of the
Her voice was tinged with a deep, profound sorrow. I remember… its end. A war. A betrayal. A great cataclysm that shattered our kingdom and scattered our people. The one whose heart you gave me… she was a princess
She looked at Li Yu, and the sorrow in her eyes was replaced by a new, fierce, and unshakeable loyalty. have not just awakened my power, Master. You have awakened my history. My purpose. The Naga race is scattered, lost. But its legacy is not forgotten. And I will serve the
Her personality was completely different from Kui’s boisterous flattery or Khaos’s cold arrogance. She was a queen without a kingdom, a warrior with a long-lost purpose. She was noble, she was proud, but she was also filled with a deep, ancient sadness that gave her a profound, quiet dignity.
Li Yu was silent for a long time, the weight of the story settling upon him. He had not just evolved a beast. He had resurrected a legacy.
He finally gave a slow, solemn nod.
It was a simple promise, but it was a promise that forged a bond between them that was deeper than any contract, a bond of shared purpose and mutual respect.
He withdrew his consciousness from the sanctuary, his mind a quiet, echoing hall of profound, world-altering truths. He looked at the simple, unadorned storage ring on his finger, at the beast pouch at his waist. He had thought of them as tools, as assets. But he was beginning to understand. He was not just a master of beasts. He was a keeper of legacies. He also realized he was friends and also a student of these so called beasts.
He returned back to his pagoda and walked to the balcony, looking out at the magnificent, thriving valley he had built. His path was becoming clearer with every passing day. He would continue to grow, to get stronger, to build his own, unshakeable foundation.