My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1111: The Old Habit of Never Growing Up

Zhang Che faithfully followed her guidance, inquiring, "How has your mother been recently? She inquired if you've encountered any difficulties."

"I haven't faced any issues. What kind of trouble could possibly find me?" I responded with a smile, deliberately softening my voice. "I just have a small question for you. Have you ever heard of the Nether Pond?"

"Indeed, I have. It is known as the origin of the Underworld, the place where all the world's incurable evils descend and are submerged." While Zhang Che's age did not rival my grandfather's, his wisdom and experience in certain matters were certainly on par, if not superior.

He possessed a unique perspective regarding the Nether Pond.

Fearing that Zhang Che might share Lin Huan's skepticism about my reasons for seeking it, I cautiously posed another question: "Then, do you happen to know how one might enter the Nether Pond?"

"Have you... heard of the Abyss?" To my surprise, Zhang Che seemed unfazed by my direct inquiry, showing a remarkable trust in my actions as he brought up the Abyss.

Without hesitation, I replied, "I have. The Nether Spring flows within the Abyss, and it's said a Dust World Serpent oversees the final cycle of reincarnation."

"Hmm, if you're already acquainted with the Abyss, why then do you ask me about the Nether Pond?" Zhang Che's question left me momentarily stumped.

A long silence followed.

Zhang Che eventually sighed, "The Nether Spring within the Abyss constitutes the Underworld, and the Nether Pond is its very source. Is there truly a need to inquire about its location?"

"Are you suggesting that by tracing the Nether Spring's path, one can locate the Nether Pond?" I asked, rubbing my temples, a chuckle escaping my lips at my own reflection.

Having just managed to escape the clutches of the Nether Spring, only to find myself potentially returning to the Abyss's Nether Spring? It certainly felt like a twist of fate.

My words caused Zhang Che to fall silent for a spell before he slowly stated, "If your true intention is to find the Nether Pond, following the Nether Spring will indeed not suffice. From what I understand, the Nether Spring, much like the Dust World Serpent, forms a cycle where its head meets its tail."

"So, you mean to say the Nether Pond represents both the origin and the end point?" I mused, still harboring some lingering questions.

My fingernails scraped against the alley wall's plaster, wearing down several spots as a crucial realization began to form in my mind. "If one were to fall into the Nether Spring, no matter how desperately they searched for its source, they would merely be going in circles, perpetually unable to find the Nether Pond."

It was truly perplexing; I had believed I was on the cusp of discovering the ultimate answer.

Going in circles, only to seemingly arrive back at the very starting point.

"That captures the essence of it, though it's not entirely without hope. There exists a place known as Moonless City, situated deep within the Abyss. Have you heard of it?" Zhang Che inquired.

I nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, I have."

"My knowledge is limited to rumors, but Moonless City is purportedly a city of reincarnation. It's whispered that a particular path within it might lead to the Nether Pond, though its veracity remains unconfirmed." Zhang Che, who always projected an aura of unwavering stability, imparted this crucial piece of information.

Even amidst this conversation about the Nether Pond, he offered the most promising lead he knew without probing further into my motives.

Overwhelmed with gratitude, I touched the spot on my chest where my heart beat and softly expressed my thanks, "Thank you, Uncle Che, I..."

I intended to bid Zhang Che farewell, end the call, and then devise a plan to revisit Moonless City.

Abruptly, a stunningly beautiful woman, radiating an ethereal aura, materialized before me. Her hair cascaded in long, silver waves, framing her forehead with charming bangs, and she was adorned in a flowing gown reminiscent of a Nordic goddess.

Her feet were clad in simple white sandals, yet the skin on her feet appeared even more luminous and pale than the footwear itself.

She exuded an otherworldly charm, like a snow queen from a fairy tale.

Most notably, a distinguished elderly gentleman stood beside this captivating beauty.

Holding the princess's hand, he declared with evident excitement, "Your Royal Highness Princess, this Master Wuyue is truly exceptional!! Your persistent ailment, for which countless renowned physicians have been consulted far and wide, has finally been cured by him."