“Hu… hu…”
The vast Demon Domain vanished.
Facing the wreckage strewn all around, and the curious onlookers poking their heads out from nearby buildings, unsure of what had happened, Jiang Yao took a few deep breaths to steady herself.
She hadn’t reverted from her transformed state but stepped into the ruins, beginning to sift through the twisted metal.
It was obvious—the internal explosion had dealt a severe blow to that towering aggregate. It was completely dismantled.
After searching for a long time, Jiang Yao finally found what seemed to be the core: a small iron chamber amid the debris.
After dispersing the lingering dark magic, she gazed at the shattered throne and sighed.
“Did it run off? Or is it dead…?”
She had never seen what a dead Dark Fairy looked like. Maybe it was dead? Or had it returned to the Subspace like a demon? Xiaobai probably knew…
“That’s right, Xiaobai!”
Jiang Yao scratched her head. “Did I leave it too long in the Bureau’s care…?”
“Oh, if Xiaobai isn’t here, maybe Aurora would know.”
She turned around and called out “Aurora” several times but saw no sign of her.
“Well, she’s gone too.”
Just like before, Aurora really was a mysterious magical girl.
She pulled out her phone and called the Bureau to notify them to send people to clean up the site.
With a firm step, Jiang Yao soared into the sky.
Her mother was still waiting at home; she had to hurry back.
“Damn it… damn it…”
Elsewhere, in a narrow cave on the outskirts of Mudong City, An Shuiguan rolled himself back inside, crawling along.
The cave was cramped, and nearby lay several decayed corpses.
—Those were a few travelers he had casually killed after arriving on Earth.
Since the Great Darkness Cataclysm, human control over the city outskirts had sharply diminished.
Many suburban households, even rural areas and factories, were abandoned—either because their owners fled during the disaster or had long since perished.
Even now, control had yet to return to previous levels.
Those travelers were simply unlucky.
Mudong City wasn’t even a second-tier city.
It had no history of dark enemy invasions, and until a few months ago, it had been overseen by a magical girl from a neighboring city.
The travelers never expected to encounter Dark Fairies who opened dimensional rifts and arrived here, so close to the city.
“Damn!”
An Shuiguan skirted around the corpses; the heavy stench of rot and the pain radiating from his battered body fueled his anger.
Deeper in the cave, he reached a floating black dimensional rift, resembling a dark, celestial eye suspended in midair, exuding an aura of darkness.
He struggled to stretch out his small claws and crawled beneath the rift, greedily inhaling the dark magic.
He felt some recovery and tried to marshal his strength, but no matter how he waved his claws, the dark magic responded only weakly.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
An Shuiguan cursed repeatedly—not out of anger or anything else, but because he was panicking.
He knew that after withstanding the combined backlash of the Light Magic explosion, the aggregate’s counterattack, and the Demon Domain’s dual counterblow—and then escaping at the speed of light—his internal dark magic had already become chaotic.
That he’d made it here at all despite the injuries was probably why he considered himself a tough survivor.
Still, before arriving here, he had hope.
If only he could return to the dimensional rift he came from… if he could reach that place…
With the dark magic of the magical dimension, he would quickly regain his prime.
As for the current pain inside and outside his body?
If he could just endure, there was a way!
But once here, he realized things were nothing like he imagined.
He had dark magic, and the pain had somewhat eased.
But it was nowhere near enough.
At this rate, he wasn’t just unable to recover fully—whether he could even remain a proper Dark Fairy was uncertain.
The tiny bit of dark magic spilling from the rift wasn’t enough to heal him.
Only by returning to the magical dimension could he possibly restore his power.
“No… I can’t go back.”
Before the rift, An Shuiguan shook his head violently.
If he returned, without a doubt, he’d die.
Fairies were simple creatures with pure motives.
Even those skilled in scheming—those seemingly cunning fairies—were singularly focused on their plots, which made them, in a way, pure.
The same applied to Light Fairies, and Dark Fairies were no exception.
In essence, the two kinds of fairies were the same species, sharing many traits.
This was why the malice of Dark Fairies was more pure and direct.
Just as some online forums said:
“I love this vibe—everyone’s filled with pure malice. No interests, no schemes, just everyone trying desperately to kill each other’s cyber relatives.”
Dark Fairies were just like that.
An Shuiguan was proud—that pride came from his ability to make a mark in the human world.
Even though he was ridiculed and beaten down because dark magic was ineffective there, he compensated through his cultivation in dark magic and spirit.
Eventually, he defeated those Dark Fairies who once looked down on him, grinding them into magical dust.
He turned their leftover flesh into slaves called Dark Mages.
Because of that, he was entrusted with retrieving the Ancient Weapon.
An Shuiguan felt nothing wrong with this.
Other Dark Fairies thought the same.
The strong must humiliate the weak! That was the code of the Dark Fairies.
But now, he had gone from strong to weak.
If he returned to the magical dimension to try healing, death awaited.
The Dark Fairies who once looked down on him had friends and families who recognized his strength.
Though not on good terms, they wouldn’t seek revenge.
Even if they were strong, fighting over vengeance for the dead was not worth it—that was a foolish act only Light Fairies would commit.
Now, there was only one path before An Shuiguan.
—Obtain the Ancient Weapon and complete his mission.
“…Bang.”
He slammed his claw into the ground, furious.
“But how the hell am I supposed to complete the mission now?”
His power was almost gone; his perception of the Ancient Weapon was faint.
Launching another large-scale Demon Domain or a sneak attack was out of the question.
He couldn’t even afford chips anymore!
Clutching his head with both claws, An Shuiguan lay on the ground.
The rotten stench hovered at his nostrils; dark magic surged, but it was not as easy to wield as before.
“No… no… think, think carefully… Guan, there’s still a chance.
Don’t give up. Absolutely not…”
His pupils were pitch black.
Pain, humiliation, and anger exploded within his heart.
Suddenly, he recalled a vision he’d seen.
That figure, once sealed deep in the Abyss of the Dark Dimension, had somehow awakened and begun moving a few days ago.
That existence did not worry the fairies much.
At his pace, even if left alone, it would be a long time before he emerged.
“Ha… hahahaha…”
Thinking of this, An Shuiguan laughed madly, eyes filled with desperate recklessness.
If that terrifying being from a thousand years ago truly appeared, it would surely turn this city upside down.
“None shall live…”
“None shall live!”
“Ancient power of old… I come to aid you!”
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