The Dark Abyss: Forever Lies Heavenly clamity

"This word, holds no authority as well as the owner of this voice. Do you think l don't know ? So naive, my lord?" continue with his deep cold voice. He then grabs his head while breathing heavily and crying. Pain was getting worse.

A silent shatter. Then—agony. His soul sea fractured, waves collapsing into void. The essence of his being torn apart, memories splintering, thoughts dissolving into screams. The pain wasn’t physical—it was existence itself unraveling. Meridians burned. Consciousness withered. A force ripped through him, leaving behind only an abyss—a hollow shell where a soul once thrived. And in that void, only suffering remained.

"Soul sea, interesting"

"I'll grant you with spiritual power and enough mental energy at one condition. Dear Dead" said in rough voice with dark smoke was dripping from his mouth

"Spit out...... Damn...it"

Suddenly a chain with thorns on it, covered with blood and scent of withered skin and flesh. Red energy was emitting out. Chain grabs his throat and started to twist. His eyes rolled back while painful screams and cries were coming out from his mouth. "You dare to disrespect your lord ? Never mind"

"AHHHhh ......hhh" again cried "Do you agree ? Dear rose" ask while grinning like devil

"Indeed , l agree on one condition which is_" Grip was tighten more on his throat and blood started to oozing out from his mouth and throat "Don't , gamble. My rose " "It's useless." "First listen to me you fucker or consequences will led you to your soon death" "Don't forget. My dear lord"

He was at the verge of dying which was referring to his disappearance in underworld.He smirks

"Ok , I'll process it" . He loosed his grip and ask him while raising his brow.

"You can't .... indulge wi..TH my soul sea and spirit. You won't vanish... my memories and lock me under..groun..’d while generating my clone different to me . The clone…. will hold his own consciousness and mentality. You won't… ..inter...fere in his life while he'll cultivate on his own from Vein awakening. You agree and no.... bar.. Gaining " smirks while saying in cold voice

"Sounds good . My rose." smirk while pull him towards himself. He was staring deeply in those lifeless, full of emptiness orbs . They hold undiscovered galaxies. He was lost in those eyes.

He then starts to trace his fingers on his wounded cheeks while heeling them. Furthermore, he was drowned in this ethereal beauty. "Close your eyes. My rose". Latter close his eyes and fell into deep slumber. The warmness he was having while feeling his skin under him, did wonder

He pressed his two fingers on his forehead softly and inject his soul power with him and fuse his self with his clone.

The air twisted, reality bending as dark essence coiled like liquid shadow. From the abyss, a figure emerged—not birthed, but forged. His skin, flawless yet unnatural, gleamed like polished obsidian, reflecting the endless void. His hair, black as a starless night, flowed in silent defiance of gravity. Eyes—not human—held the abyss within, swirling with the remnants of shattered souls. His form was perfect, sculpted by forces beyond mortal comprehension. Elegance and terror intertwined, beauty carved from the fabric of death itself. The abyss breathed, whispering his name. And as he opened his eyes, the world shuddered.

" It can't be". No......No . "

The spiritual sea of Kazimir Zaystev was unusually calm . The soul sea was boundless—a vast, ethereal ocean stretching beyond mortal comprehension. Its waters shimmered, reflecting memories, emotions, and the very essence of one’s existence. Each ripple carried whispers of the past, every wave a surge of untamed power. For some, it was calm, a tranquil abyss where thoughts flowed like gentle tides. For others, it was chaos—a storm of fractured memories, violent and restless. At its depths lay the soul core, the nucleus of one's being, glowing like a dying ember or a raging sun, depending on the strength of the cultivator. If fractured, the sea would become a maelstrom of agony, its currents twisting, consuming, leaving only emptiness. To shatter the soul sea was not just to kill. It was to erase.

His soul sea was unlike any other. Dark and red, it churned with an eerie, unnatural stillness—not lifeless, but waiting. Unlike raging tempests or radiant waves, his ocean remained stagnant, an abyss untouched by time. Yet, beneath its surface, an ominous ethereal glow pulsed—not light, but something deeper, heavier, suffocating. The very essence of the sea radiated an oppressive charm, drawing in those who dared to gaze upon it, yet offering them nothing but madness and decay in return. It did not rage. It did not yield. It simply existed—a void that consumed, a power that defied comprehension. And in its depths, something ancient slept, waiting for the day it would awaken.

"Though his soul sea is not only calm but also hard to cultivate . He had to face many hardships. " he sigh and place ancient seal on his spiritual sea containg from disruption and heavenly clamity

"The clone is indeed hard to cultivate , indeed he choose to hide himself and make his clone to cultivate in human world , despite knowing it's deadly consequences . He can't leave.".says dryly.