Night of Despair-Chapter 411: Hope 409 Three

Inside the camp, within the safety house.

Yu Hong sat alone in front of the mini nuclear reactor, silently calming the emotions in his heart.

’How exactly can one live safely under the assault of the Source Disaster...’

’What is the limit of the Source Disaster? Should we focus on avoidance or confrontation?’

’Did any of the powers that once fought against the Source Disaster find hope?’

Currently, the outside world is still stable, thanks to the fact that Magicians have set up warming Arrays to fight against the continuously falling temperatures.

But this is not a long-term solution. The maintenance of an Array requires energy, and the Dao Breath of the Magicians is limited, far from being able to sustain such consumption. Hence, they use the power of Spirit Light.

Only Yu Hong knows that the nature of Spirit Light Power is actually the Light Disaster.

The Light Disaster is also a type of Source Disaster, with its own immense risks; it just hasn’t erupted for now. Given enough time, it will definitely be eroded by the Light Disaster, and what results will emerge are unknown to him.

’...Where is the hope?’

A myriad of information streams flickered through Yu Hong’s mind.

He tried to find a way to break this situation from various angles.

"The root of all this, first and foremost, I need to find out, why does the Source Disaster exist, where does it come from? Why are there so many types?" Yu Hong recalled the vast amount of intelligence information gathered by the members of Spirit Alliance over these days.

Among them, documents from the Taoist Sect world unanimously indicated that in ancient times, the Spirit Disaster was a natural calamity that Magicians stumbled upon and began to fight. The Heaven in these records had a variety of Immortal Gods from very early on.

As for the Black Disaster, the information compiled here suggests that it seems to come from a mysterious substance called xing.

In addition, there are Wind Disaster and Light Disaster, also belonging to Source Disasters; these calamities seem to follow a rule of escalating intensity, getting stronger and stronger without an apparent upper limit.

And the ultimate outcome...

Is the suspected shattering of the entire world.

Is the current Cold Disaster, with its ever-lowering temperatures, also destined to end in the complete destruction of the whole world?

Suddenly, Yu Hong thought of the prison tower he had visited before.

Prison Island, this island that had imprisoned many former captains, might hold a lot of information.

But to get there, he might need a bit of luck. After all, he did not leave any markers on the island last time.

As a captain, part of the reason he could come and go in the Taoist Sect world was because of the existence of Spirit Light, serving as a beacon.

At once, he stood up and walked out of the safety house.

Outside, Ku Chan was cramming golden Elixirs into his mouth as if they were candy, in a frenzy.

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Every day he would go out to hunt and refine Black Disaster Monsters, turning them into Elixirs to consume.

His own strength was also skyrocketing at a tremendous pace.

But similarly, the side effects seemed to be starting to show, his complexion growing paler, his eyes becoming more fierce, looking at everyone as if ready to attack and kill at any moment.

A slight verbal provocation would lead to his raging shouts. A few days ago, he even sent a Taoist apprentice, who had brought him food, flying. If not for the protection of Spirit Light, that person would have died on the spot.

At this moment, Ku Chan was eating his meal head down, occasionally glancing at Zhang Kajing sitting opposite him.

Zhang Kajing, expressionless, sat cross-legged on the ground, eating dried meat in the yard.

She seemed somewhat displeased by Ku Chan’s surveillance but didn’t deliberately walk away.

"I’m planning to go out for a bit," Yu Hong said, "Ku Chan, I’m counting on you to look after this place. Take good care of my master."

Although this guy is a bit dumb-witted, he is genuinely good-natured and, among those present, he was the only one with the right combination of strength and temperament.

The others from Qingchen Temple, although trustworthy, were just too far behind in terms of strength.

"Okay." Ku Chan nodded.

As Yu Hong turned around, he glanced at the calm-faced Zhang Kajing.

He suddenly thought that perhaps the original Zhang Kaijun had created Zhang Kajing on the idea of integrating into the Black Disaster if he couldn’t defeat it.

If it were truly possible to assimilate into the Black Disaster and become a part of it, then at least the goal of living a stable life could be achieved.

Unfortunately... the Zhang Kajing who lived on seems somewhat abnormal.

Zhang Kajing, noticing Yu Hong looking at her, smiled at him.

"..."

On his return this time, Yu Hong distinctly felt that Zhang Kajing was not right. Her spiritual power had grown much too vast compared to before.

Not to mention Ku Chan, whose spiritual power was even stronger.

Perhaps many others had noticed the peculiarity of Zhang Kajing but kept silent for certain reasons.

"Ku Chan, if you notice anything wrong with Zhang Kajing, please help me disable her first."

Yu Hong whispered quietly.

"Sure." Ku Chan answered without any change in expression.

Only then did Yu Hong feel relieved to return to the safety house. Amidst the surging black fog, he boarded the Black Ship.

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Prison Island.

After dozens of attempts at relying on luck, finally, Yu Hong smashed through on one of them and arrived here.

On the island, the mist was hazy, and the giant serpentine black walls stood silently in the mist, extending to both sides with no end in sight.

Yu Hong stood in front of the grey-black wall, reaching out to gently touch its surface.

"Agrius." He called in his mind.

Immediately, countless black mists congealed, forming the massive body of the Prison Warden beside him.

With a leap, he landed on the Prison Warden’s back.

"Take me to find the living." He whispered.

This place, together with the black bridge and the Black Ship, is suspected to be the work of the True Origin Sect.

Yu Hong suspected that the True Origin Sect might have uncovered deeper secrets about the Black Disaster.

This was why he returned to search for clues.

Swoosh!

Agrius, a child returning home, effortlessly scaled the ninety-degree vertical walls with Yu Hong on his back.

The speed was swift, the movement skilled, as if walking on flat ground.

Yu Hong did not stop at the lower parts; he commanded Agrius to carry him and climb rapidly upwards.

One hundred meters, five hundred meters, one thousand meters, five thousand meters...

The higher they climbed, the thinner the air became, the temperature sharply plummeting. The temperature around the island, originally around ten degrees, quickly dropped to minus ten degrees or more.

Yu Hong’s complexion remained unchanged; such low temperatures were negligible to someone who had experienced the Cold Disaster.

Keep climbing.

This time he wanted to see just how tall the Immortal Strong Wall was, and if he could find the highest point at the top.

Important clues about the exploration of the Black Disaster were hidden here; this time, he was determined to understand and clear things up completely!

Time slowly passed by.

Agrius carried Yu Hong non-stop, running for over two hours on the Strong Wall.

The Black Ship had already departed after its scheduled docking time. Yu Hong didn’t mind, as the Captain of the Black Ship, he had no worries about not being able to leave.

’Right, I didn’t see Yang Chenhe from the True Origin Sect who communicated with me last time.’ He recalled the disheveled, haggard disciple of True Origin Sect who had provided him with a lot of information.

He had intended to see if he could dig up something more.

Unexpectedly, he hadn’t seen the man this time.

With this thought in mind.

Suddenly, Agrius came to an abrupt halt, stopping in front of a shiny square black window.

Yu Hong’s eyes brightened; he had not climbed this high during his last visit.

According to the rules of Prison Island, the higher the rank of a captain, the stronger they were.

So... At this height, he would definitely be able to inquire about something.

Inner Strength shone in his hand, he held onto the window edge with one hand and looked into the pitch-black square window from outside.

The room had black iron bookshelves, a wooden white bed, and fine dust drifting in the air.

On the wall hung chaotic crayon drawings like the scribbles of a child.

A golden tiger with black stripes was humanly sitting beside a desk, eyes closed in tranquility, seemingly napping.

A tiger??

Yu Hong looked carefully, confirmed repeatedly, and indeed, it was a tiger.

He knocked hard on the glass window.

Thump thump thump.

Swoosh.

Instantly, as if two searchlights were added to the room,

the tiger opened its eyes, a blinding white light shining from them, then the light faded and dissipated.

It slowly turned its head and looked out of the window.

"Unexpectedly, someone could climb to such a height…"

A calm male voice came from the room.

Yu Hong, just about to pull out his handwritten notebook, suddenly startled by the voice in his mind, was then overjoyed.

He remembered well that the windows here were designed to block out sound, making it difficult to communicate from inside to outside.

Moreover, captains confined here were almost all mentally disturbed. Now to have found someone who seemed sane and could communicate was incredibly lucky.

He had witnessed Prison Island’s isolation effect, and for the other party to project their voice directly through the window hinted at their immense capability…

"Don’t be surprised; you are also a captain, and to some extent, you are beginning to merge with this Strong Wall. As time goes by, a hundred years later, you will become one of us, having had a connection from the beginning, we have the basis for conversation." The tiger explained calmly.

"I see," Yu Hong tried to reply in his mind. The other party used the Night language, and naturally, he responded in the same.

"My name is Zhao Chenhu, one of the Captains of the Savior Ship. My friend, have you come here with doubts in your heart, seeking assistance?" The tiger asked Yu Hong with a smile.

"Senior Zhao, after years of exploring the Black Disaster, do you know where it originates from? What is the upper limit of its destruction? What is the strongest Black Disaster Monster?" Yu Hong quickly asked.

"You have many questions, I understand. But I can’t answer the first; no one knows where the source of the Black Disaster is; everyone just knows the shape."

"Next, a limit? There is no limit, until the entire planet is devoured, shattered, even the world consumed, ripped apart," the tiger replied simply. "You steer the Savior Ship; have you encountered many small islands? Do you know why they are islands? Do you know why the True Origin Sect built the Savior Ship instead of a flying device?"

Yu Hong opened his mouth, about to reply.

"Ha ha ha ha." Suddenly, the tiger laughed, "Give it up, newcomer, blinded by hope… Rather than struggling to explore and then ending up imprisoned here, better to just enjoy life from the start."

"..." Yu Hong looked at its somewhat neurotic smile; he had thought it was sane, but it turned out it was just well-concealed.

"Why say that? Why do you not care even about others trying to explore?" He asked solemnly.