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Chapter 1125: Between the Clouds
A streamer of cloud划过漆黑的天国上空，那座山峰般的巨大断剑，在Lin Qiye等人的视野中越发清晰起来。
This chapter continues the story of Lin Qiye, An Qingyu, and Jiang Er as they descend from Heaven into Hell through the massive broken sword that pierced through from the underworld. They navigate through ash-covered lands, encounter mysterious creatures, and face dangers in the clouds between the two realms.
The user has provided a Chinese text and asked me to translate Chapter 1125 into English. However, looking at the content provided, it appears to be the same chapter that was already translated in the previous message. The text starts with "第1125章 云层之间" (Chapter 1125: Between the Clouds) and continues with the same story content.
Let me provide the complete English translation of this chapter:
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Chapter 1125: Between the Clouds
A streamer of cloud glided across the dark sky of Heaven. The massive broken sword, shaped like a mountain peak, grew increasingly clear in Lin Qiye and the others' field of vision.
This giant sword had pierced through from Hell into Heaven, carving a several-kilometer-long, ferocious gash across Heaven's land. Countless magma patterns flowed across the sword's surface, like a volcano standing diagonally. As the three drew closer, they could even clearly see the countless angel corpses hanging from the sword's tip.
"To actually pierce into Heaven with a single strike—was the strength of the demons of Hell back then already at this level?"
An Qingyu gazed at the countless angel corpses at the giant sword's tip and couldn't help but sigh.
"That was a divine kingdom possessing its own divine system origin. Strictly speaking, it was already an independent divine system. How many people longed for Heaven, that many people feared Hell. To them, this was another kind of faith." Lin Qiye explained.
"The origin of Hell, then…"
The three descended at the foot of the giant sword. The moment they touched the ground, they felt a chill surge forth from the hellish rift surrounding the sword.
At this moment, the white ash scattered across the sky had formed a thin veil covering Heaven's surface. Lin Qiye lightly parted his lips, murmuring a verse of poetry, and the whirlwind rolled all the ash before them to both sides, clearing a path leading to the hellish breach.
"Let's go." Lin Qiye turned back to glance at Heaven gradually being buried by ash. "Time to descend into Hell."
"...While I understand your meaning, that sounds a bit inauspicious."
An Qingyu spoke helplessly, walking to the edge of the breach beside the giant sword, and leapt down. Jiang Er's form drifted in紧随其后.
Lin Qiye was about to jump down. After hesitating for a moment, he dipped his fingertip in night and left a message for Michael beside the hellish breach before stepping into Hell himself.
Their forms plummeted through the endless darkness. Broken palace fragments from Heaven, shattered flame mountains, and countless angel and demon corpses drifted past the three like objects in a weightless space.
At the boundary where Heaven and Hell collided, the laws and order seemed to fall into chaos. Only countless white ashes spiraled up from Hell like a tornado, spreading to every corner.
The whirlwind circled around Lin Qiye and the others, escorting them through this transition zone. Their forms flashed and vanished into the hellish breach.
What they didn't notice was that one piece of ash drifted onto a残破天使尸体. Upon touching it, it melted away like a snowflake.
One second, two seconds, three seconds…
Before anyone realized it, a bizarre crimson sphere had bulged from the angel corpse's brow!
As the sphere split open from the center, a crimson eye composed of countless tiny red creatures rapidly spun, scanning the surroundings.
In the endless darkness, these诡异的红色虫眼 continued opening one after another, like a crimson tide gradually covering the entire sky.
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The wild wind brushed across the crimson earth, piling up the ashes that swirled upward. Three silhouettes descended slowly from the sky, arriving in Hell.
"This place is rather different from what I imagined." An Qingyu stood on the shattered earth, surveying around. Under the deep crimson sky, flame-flowing mountains scattered across the horizon, and the air was thick with the dust of death.
"Where's the difference?"
"How should I put it… it doesn't seem as terrifying as in the legends?"
"Indeed. After all, the demons residing in Hell are all dead. No matter how gloomy the environment, it's ultimately not alive."
Lin Qiye scanned the area. Within his field of vision, there was no visible exit. It seemed the breach should be relatively narrow and difficult to find.
"Hell is this big. How are we supposed to find the exit?"
"Searching everywhere definitely won't work… We need some luck." Lin Qiye picked up a sharp stone from the ground, tossing it in his palm as if to throw it to decide their direction of travel.
"Relying purely on luck?" Jiang Er couldn't help but speak up. "In a place this vast, the probability of randomly pointing in one direction and finding the exit is too slim!"
"That's precisely why it must be that slim." Lin Qiye smiled slightly, a golden light flashing across his palm. "The more impossible it seems, the easier it is for miracles to appear…"
He closed his eyes and threw the stone. It rolled several circles on the ground before hitting a wall and stopping.
The tip of the stone pointed in a certain direction of Hell.
"Let's go. It's in that direction." Lin Qiye clapped his hands. A cloud rose beneath his feet, carrying the three as they soared into the sky.
The Somersault Cloud sailed beneath the deep crimson sky. Sheets of ash凝聚 in the air, flowing like clouds. While riding the cloud, Lin Qiye maintained the Skyward Bard, plunging into the漫天灰烬. A whirlwind circled around the three, preventing any ash from touching their bodies.
As their vision was obscured by endless ash, the three could only see shades of grey before them.
"The ash of Hell seems even denser than that of Heaven." An Qingyu pondered. "It seems this is where the aberration began."
"When we return, we must report the situation here to the Heavenly Court immediately. The power of the Cthulhu Faction appearing once more is—"
Lin Qiye stopped mid-sentence, his pupils constricting as if sensing something.
Seeing Lin Qiye abruptly stop talking, An Qingyu was about to ask when the Somersault Cloud beneath their feet suddenly twisted sharply sideways, bringing him and Jiang Er instantly around a ninety-degree turn. Caught off guard, An Qingyu was nearly thrown off the cloud.
Several invisible threads弹 from An Qingyu's sleeve, pulling his body back onto the Somersault Cloud. The next moment, a massive black hand thrust out from the cloud of ash they had just been flying through. By mere fractions, it would have crushed them, cloud and all!
An Qingyu stood up on the Somersault Cloud, cold sweat forming at his temple. "What was that thing?"
"No idea." Having narrowly escaped, Lin Qiye's expression not only didn't relax, it became even more grave. "But… there are far more than just one of those things in the clouds."
He steered the Somersault Cloud, weaving like a serpent between the clouds, making turn after turn. Bolts of black lightning shot out from the grey-white clouds, surrounding Lin Qiye and the others from all directions.
An Qingyu barely stabilized himself on the cloud, pushed up his glasses, and gazed intently behind them.
As those black lightning bolts drew closer to the Somersault Cloud, their forms gradually became clear. They were ferocious monsters with fleshy wings on their backs. Their bodies and limbs were marked with magma-like crimson stripes. Each stood five to six meters tall.
Their fleshy wings flapped rapidly like fly wings, their speed incredibly fast.