My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1123: At the End of the Passage, It Was Him

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Qing Li and Yu Qingxiao investigate a mirror made from the eyes of White Immortals, believing it to be a portal. They debate the possibility of opening it and the dangers of the Nether Pond. The protagonist, driven by a desire to rescue Yu Longting, pretends to wait while secretly drawn by the portal's call. Qing Li and Yu Qingxiao depart to find a White Immortal, leaving the protagonist alone with the mirror.

"Yu Longting, I believe I can find you." My eyes shut, my palm pressed against the mirror, and I sensed a tremor on its surface.

Crafted from the eye of the White Immortal, the mirror's Spiritual Power emanated vibrations quite similar to my own, indicating a shared origin.

This was unlike the enigmatic power of the Snake Tribe, whose source of strength and capabilities remain obscure.

With a subtle channeling of Spiritual Power, watery ripples formed where my fingertips met the mirror.

It was a resonance and harmony of Spiritual Power, something that failed to elicit any reaction when Qing Li and Yu Qingxiao attempted it.

Could it be you calling me, Yu Longting?

You desire for me to venture into the Nether Pond to locate you, do you not?

As I continued to explore with my Spiritual Power, my fingers repeatedly disturbed the mirror's surface, creating waves.

Gradually, I grasped the mirror's essence. Slowly, I guided the Spiritual Power within my body, directing it to flow through all my meridians, chanting, "I beseech the Three Pure Ones, Three Realms, the Three Treasures, and the Three Heavenly Venerable Ones, the Five Stars and Twenty-Eight Constellations, all Deities holding Talisman Spells, wishing to save all beings from suffering, to avoid evil, may Kui Gang protect the body and reveal its formidable Spiritual Power, responding to every call, nonexistent calls answering."

Indeed, all the incantations of the Daoist Sect are, in essence, appeals that harness Divine Power.

Although this mirror resides in Moonless City, it shares a fundamental connection with the Daoist Sect.

One could argue that the Nether Pond is the genesis of all existence, while the Triangular Prism was an artifact created later, through somewhat harsh means.

Three breaths later, my palm penetrated the mirror.

It worked!

My heart soared with elation, yet I did not immediately step into the passage concealed within the mirror.

Instead, I retrieved the paper and pen I had with me, penned a short message, and attached it beside the throne near the Triangular Prism, informing Qing Li and Yu Qingxiao that I had entered the Nether Pond.

In truth, I am taking a gamble, a significant one.

I am betting that before they proceed with the sacrifice of the White Immortal, I can retrieve Yu Longting.

This way, the life of a White Immortal is not squandered unnecessarily, and both elders are spared from potential risks.

At this moment, this is the most effective strategy I can devise.

The burdens of the younger generation are best carried by ourselves.

Having resolved this, I stepped resolutely into the mirror.

My form fully merged with the mirror, and the passage beyond was entirely different from my preconceptions.

I had anticipated a terrifying darkness, but instead, I found myself in a vast expanse of pure white.

Its stark whiteness felt almost disorienting, with nothing but luminous light pervading the space.

Such an environment could easily confuse, but for someone of my resolve, it was ineffective.

Without hesitation, I covered my eyes with several layers of folded black gauze.

Once concealed, not a single ray of light could penetrate; then, I charged headlong in a singular direction, determined not to cease until Yu Longting was found.

The seemingly endless trek felt as though it would never conclude; the slightest waver.

Would impede my progress, would halt me.

Yet, time and again, throughout the ceaseless sprint, I clenched my teeth and pressed onward.

Finally, I stepped into emptiness, commencing a descent from a great height.

Due to the blindfold, vision was impossible, and upon landing in the frigid, viscous, peculiar liquid, I had no idea of my precise location.

However, within this chilling ambiance, amidst the varied and unsettling sounds emanating from these waters.

There were also a pair of substantial arms, the owner fiercely encircling my waist, their fingers unnaturally rigid.

At that instant, I slowly opened my eyes, my gaze filled with joy as I looked upon the man glaring at me in the water, "Snake Brother, I never anticipated you would catch me the moment I fell; it truly is wonderful."