After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 134.1

“How did Sitri suddenly run to the opposite side?” Upon hearing this, Marbas’s face revealed obvious tension and worry.

Bachin shook his head, his tone revealing confusion. “We don’t know His whereabouts either. Barbatos and I exhausted our minds and consciousness power, even searched the entire visible universe, and the final result showed that Sitri appeared in that place on the opposite side.”

“Are you certain that’s definitely Sitri Himself?”

Marbas’s voice was full of seriousness and caution.

“How could I possibly mistake my own brother?” Bachin responded firmly, then sent over a video clip.

The video showed a stunning Creator God palace.

The palace was made entirely of silver with gold accents, every detail revealing endless effort and wisdom. It was magnificent and enormous, with exterior corridors undulating like serpentine dragons. From afar, it looked like a glorious divine mountain, while up close it appeared even more intricate, prosperous, and exquisitely beautiful.

Marbas stared intently at the video, His gaze finally fixing on a golden corridor. There, divine power surrounded the area, silver and gold waves rose and fell like ocean waves, continuously spreading outward, creating a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

In the central corridor of the video, a youth who looked identical to Sitri walked by casually. He possessed sky-blue long hair that just reached His waist, with purple-black highlights woven into several delicate small braids. As the gentle breeze blew, every strand of hair was clearly visible, the texture smooth and bright, dazzling to look at.

Clearly, these were Sitri’s characteristics.

Looking more carefully, Sitri’s attire also matched His usual preferences.

He wore a white shirt, white pants, and a white coat, simple yet elegant. Black accessories and gray items adorned throughout added a touch of mystery. Most eye-catching was the religious pattern silver chain He wore around His neck – the pattern was extremely complex, ancient and mysterious, like some kind of horrifying rune. When you looked directly at it, its surface would flash with an eerie purple light.

Looking at Sitri’s face, His skin was snow-white, His features deep-set and three-dimensional, His eye liner as beautiful as if carefully drawn. Especially the beauty mark at the corner of His eye added a touch of charm, making His overall appearance present a blend of masculine and feminine beauty that transcended gender. This level of completion, if it were a doll, it would be impossible to make one that looked so much like Sitri Himself.

His appearance was almost a reflection of His personality. He was like water, sometimes calm and waveless, sometimes surging and turbulent, unpredictable. His true thoughts lay hidden beneath the calm surface, no person or demon could easily peek into them.

Marbas’s gaze was heavy, having almost confirmed this was undoubtedly Sitri. But the Sitri before them showed no signs of being brainwashed, appearing normal.

But since Sitri was already on the Creator God’s side, could He really be alright? If not His body, then His mind must have issues.

Marbas lowered His gaze, countless thoughts flashing through His mind in an instant.

At this time, Barbatos also spoke, “Fifth Brother, should we go bring Sitri back?”

The answer was definitely affirmative. Sitri was their sibling, Father’s twelfth child. They had to bring Sitri back to Father no matter what.

But what was going on with Sitri now? Why did He go to the opposite side?

Valefor also appeared, observing and analyzing,”Regarding Sitri’s situation, there are several questions that need answering. First, is He conscious; second, if conscious, why did He go there; third, if not conscious, what happened to Him, or rather, what was done to Him.”

The summary was roughly correct.

Bachin nodded.

But the answer to the first question seemed very clear already – Sitri was obviously conscious.

Marbas fell into deep thought, and after a moment, He summoned Busson from the Infinite Trial.

Among all demons, Busson had the closest relationship with Sitri and was the last one to have contact with Him, so should possess more information.

Busson spoke frankly, “I’ve already told you everything I know before. I felt Sitri became strange after seeing that phantom.”

Marbas quickly asked, “After that, did He say anything?”

Busson recalled, “He was never good with words, didn’t talk much normally, but after that time, He became even more reticent, almost never speaking again.”

Marbas felt increasingly uneasy in His heart.

Valefor analyzed at this point, “If Sitri was bewitched by the Creator God then, Sister Busson who was also present should have been affected too, but that didn’t happen.”

Busson nodded slightly, stating steadily, “Compared to Brother Sitri, my spiritual power is indeed slightly inferior. Since even Brother Sitri couldn’t escape its influence, I naturally would have no reason to escape it either. And what’s more peculiar is that I didn’t detect any traces of divine arts or magic fluctuations at the time.”

“Then it probably didn’t happen at first sight.”

All five of them agreed with this view.

“Speculation is useless, asking Sitri directly is best.”

Marbas roughly concluded.

Then the group chat went quiet for a few seconds as they all thought of the same question.

To find Sitri, did they need to infiltrate the Creator God’s palace? Sitri was inside, this was the only way to find Him.

Marbas rubbed His chin. He was usually confident but now had to carefully calculate the power difference between both sides.

Currently, the opposite side had over a hundred top-tier powerhouses, while on their side, almost none had their main bodies outside. Even His own main body was in the Infinite Trial. Their powerful Fourth Brother had just gone in, followed by Busson. Counting revealed that Lelagin had somehow become the only demon with their main body outside.

And Lelagin’s power was hard to gauge – mentally unstable, power negligible.

Then the remaining… Second Brother was probably the strongest force within continental range? Unfortunately, Second Brother couldn’t just wake up on command.

Big Brother and Second Brother were exceptions.

Marbas analyzed, “With just our forces deployed outside, it’s not time to directly confront the Creator God yet.”

He didn’t want to trouble Big Brother at the universe’s edge. If possible, they should resolve this themselves.

At this point, after much contemplation, Busson finally couldn’t help saying, “But Sitri’s situation is very strange.”

“How so?”

The other four demons were all paying attention to Busson’s words.

Busson said seriously, “I don’t think Sitri would be brainwashed.”

In Busson’s mind, Sitri was a very intelligent brother demon. Puzzles that had troubled Her for hundreds of years, Sitri could solve with just one look. Sitri rarely showed Himself, making it hard for others to gauge His depth, but Busson felt that in terms of intelligence alone, Sitri definitely ranked in the top three among the family demons.

Such a Sitri was unlikely to be brainwashed, let alone stand against them.

Hearing Busson’s words, Marbas and Valefor exchanged glances.

They weren’t actually doubting Sitri, but had to overestimate the Creator God’s power – what if the Creator God really could do it?

Before the Creator God, if certain conditions were met, would changing one’s cognition be as easy as drinking water?

Secondly, brainwashing was already a mild way of putting it. The worst fear was that Sitri had truly defected, pointing His sword at His demon siblings.

They should trust Sitri, but they hadn’t seen Him for too long. Several thousand years was enough time for a demon to change their mind. After all, not everyone could forever keep that initial warmth, remembering their most beloved Father.

Marbas lowered His gaze, His mood slightly complex. Suddenly inspired, He asked what Samikina thought.

At this time, in the Infinite Trial, deafening rumbles echoed throughout the entire domain. Countless clashes had seemingly strengthened this heaven and earth to the extreme – even if they each used their strongest attacks, the heaven and earth wouldn’t easily be destroyed.

Samikina, His black clothes floating, stood silently on the desert’s rocky terrain.

Before Him was Aelioge, to His left was Beelzebub, to His right was Zepar, above was Buer and Paimon, below were Little Ayni and Gusin.

He was surrounded by demons, seemingly with nowhere to escape, but His face showed not the slightest panic.

After receiving Marbas’s message, in the next second, a terrifying demonic power that made demons suffocate instantly erupted, sending all those demons trying to surround Him flying away.

Screams of agony were endless.

Samikina responded to Marbas casually, as if nothing had happened, “Don’t rush.”

Marbas was somewhat incredulous, “Not rush? Are we just going to let Sitri stay there?”

Samikina nodded, “Sitri has grown up, He’ll figure something out Himself.”

His tone revealed confidence in Sitri.

“This…”

Marbas couldn’t help but recall the past.

Sitri had followed Sami for a while when He was young, remembered it was to learn magic. Then in just one day, Sitri had mastered everything, saying He had already comprehended all paths of magic, and all that remained was practicing magic power – as long as His magic power was sufficient, He could reach any realm without obstacles and achieve any magic.

Wasn’t this talent terrifying?

At that time, Sitri was probably the demon cub who received the most praise from Sami.

Still remembered, when teaching other demons, Sami often used Sitri as an example, saying how efficient Sitri’s magic power operation was, telling other demon cubs, especially Zepar and Morax, to study hard.

In a sense, Sitri was the representative of good students among demons. If placed in Father’s world, He could probably be considered Tsinghua or Peking University guaranteed admission level high achiever, and from a wealthy family background, with a touch of otherworldly aloofness.

For Sami, Sitri was probably the type of child unlikely to make mistakes, thus He was accustomed to having confidence in Sitri.

“But He’s with the Creator God.”

Marbas still worried, “Although I’ve never directly faced the Creator God, I roughly know this fellow is cruel and cold. What if…”

What if Sitri was erased there?

He didn’t say it out loud, fearing the words might carry Word Spirit that would make it actually happen.

What He worried about was also what Valefor and Bachin worried about.

They couldn’t lose a single one of their family demons.

Beside them, Busson clenched Her fists. She had just returned home, just met Her brothers and sisters, and didn’t want to lose any demon.

Samikina understood their feelings and thought, “Hmm, I understand, but don’t act rashly either. I’ll infiltrate first to check the situation.”

Marbas and the others couldn’t help but be stunned. Fourth Brother wanted to infiltrate enemy territory?!

Meanwhile, other demons gradually noticed what was happening on their side.

They had just been sent flying by Fourth Brother, their minds still in chaos, had to shake their heads several times to restore normal rationality.

What, Sitri had been found?

Huh? Sitri was in the Creator God’s palace?

They had been thrown into different desert pits, struggling to climb out, holding their heads as they thought.

“No, Fourth Brother’s powers aren’t good for infiltration, right?”

Ayni suddenly jumped out of the sand pile, charging straight at Samikina, shouting loudly, “Let me do it, let me!”

As soon as She volunteered, Zepar beside Her had a sudden realization and immediately volunteered too. “Look at me, Fourth Brother! Saving Twelfth Brother must be done by me!”

“Me too!”

Buer called out announcing, “My powers are most suitable, leave arresting Sitri to me!”

Hey hey, that word ‘arrest’ isn’t right, Sister Bu. Bachin couldn’t help but critique.

Aelioge, dusty and dirty in the sand pit, frowned and glanced at Beelzebub next door.

Beelzebub likewise turned His head. The two demons exchanged meaningful glances, lost in thought.

For a moment, all attention seemed to be on Samikina.

Marbas was about to speak when He was stopped by a voice.

“Speaking of which, doesn’t anyone want to ask me?”

The speaker was Gusin.

Gusin’s power, the Book of Answers, knew the answers to all questions. Under normal circumstances, rather than investigate, it would be better to ask Him.

Marbas seemed to have forgotten about this, because every time there was a question for Gusin, Gusin couldn’t answer, saying either the Book of Answers was empty or had been blacked out.

Sounds useful, but actually isn’t.

“So you know?”

Marbas asked, His eyes carrying some expectation.

As He finished speaking, other demons also looked at Gusin.

Even Ayni who was running halfway stopped, tilting Her head to stare at Gusin.

But Gusin actually shook His head, and under everyone’s gaze, still said—

“I don’t know.”

Marbas’s expression visibly darkened several degrees. Brother Gusin, why did you stop everyone if you don’t know?

“Then why did you speak up.”

Gusin smiled and said, “In my view, we’re going to have to infiltrate to check the situation anyway, might as well catch Sitri back too.”

Marbas paused, when was it decided they must infiltrate?

Samikina’s eyes showed contemplation.

At this time, Aelioge suddenly spoke, “That Creator God fellow dares to be so conspicuous, why shouldn’t we dare to infiltrate?”

When He spoke seriously, He was intimidating without anger, His gaze sharp, really looking like a war god.

Had to say, Aelioge had a point.

For a moment, the demons each had their own thoughts.

Meanwhile, Bachin raised both hands, projecting the Creator God’s palace.

That fellow’s palace alone was already a complete planet, standing alone in space, looking very exaggerated.

It was Gusin’s first time seeing this palace’s structure clearly, and He unconsciously said its name. “Divine Kingdom of Creation!!”

Wh-what?

Aelioge’s pupils contracted sharply, startled by the sudden revelation.

The same happened to other demons.

Their hearts skipped a beat simultaneously, suddenly having a feeling both strange and familiar.

Creation… Divine Kingdom of Creation?

Had they heard these words before? Questions arose in their minds, thoughts boiling like churning water.

Seemed like they had. But couldn’t say clearly.

There seemed to be some blurry imprints in their memories, yet hard to clarify.

Suddenly, a surge of emotion like ocean waves welled up in their hearts, as if about to drown everything, bringing a suffocating pressure.

After a long while, they finally recognized this indescribable feeling.

It was called “sorrow”.

Why would such deep sorrow well up in their hearts upon hearing the words “Divine Kingdom of Creation”? Accompanied by a touch of desolation as if everything had been lost.

Their hearts felt as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making it hard to breathe.

What exactly was going on?