The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle

This is the horrific foundation of the Abyss.

And here too is the Abyss's super base, within Chaos is not their true bodies, but souls...one after another, ghastly and odd souls buried in the Abyss.

The shadowy apparition of the God of Anxiety, caused many bishops, priests, and demons below...to show changes in their expressions, some frightened and uneasy because they could sense that the mood of the God of Anxiety seemed to be very poor.

The shadowy apparition of the God of Anxiety had stayed at the Abyss Mouth for only a dozen or so breaths before it slowly dissipated, heading towards the deepest part of the Abyss Mouth.

Many bishops looked at this scene with strange expressions, "I don't know if it's an illusion...not only does the Lord God of Anxiety seem to be in a bad mood, but there is also...murderous intent and anger..."

Such a situation was very rare. Apart from Lord Evil God, the God of Anxiety was the most unemotional of beings, seldom showing mood swings. But it was precisely this terrifying indifference that was most frightening.

"Stop guessing wildly, the thoughts of the Lord God of Anxiety are not for us to surmise..." At this moment, a bishop spoke hoarsely, "What we should be most concerned about now is the movements of the Gods Palace and the great Divine Races."

"That's even less worth...wasting time over..." A bishop dressed in a black robe spoke coldly, "That bunch of defeated underlings, even if they come again, of what consequence would it be."

They had already clashed during the time of the Ancient Battlefield, but now the situation was different, for their Strength was greater, and all their foundational arrangements had accumulated over countless years.

"...That confident?"

A bishop croaked, "I must remind you, the battle this time is not like the past, our Descent will limit all our Strength..."

"You think our enemies are only those from the past, but you're wrong, there are also...a group of new age folks..."

The bishops watched this one calmly.

A new era?

That is but an existence akin to ants.

A bishop sneered to himself, "Old Bishop."

"One of the third tier bishops of Lord Evil God...with an illustrious name taken from the taboo phrase 'Old Days', yet the weakest among all bishops in terms of Strength."

The bishop who had just spoken to remind everyone darkened slightly in countenance.

"He once tried an early Recovery, but it seems that...due to the weak ants of the later era, he was tragically and miserably defeated."

"It's really giving Lord Evil God...an unsightly stain."

This bishop calmly revealed a sinister smile, "Now, do you think we will be like you? The same kind of failure?"

Inside the Abyss, there were many different existences, and even the number of bishops and priests could not be compared with other forces.

But similarly, the hierarchy within the Abyss was extremely strict, layer upon layer with internal cruelty, suppression, and struggle, like raising gu, determining who would eventually stand in that position as the truly terrifying existence.

This too was the source of the Abyss's power, each one a super abnormal, evil person of extreme cruelty!

Old Bishop, even when ridiculed, just sneered without rebuttal, for there was no need; he also considered it a shame. In the Abyss, everything was based on Strength, his eyes filled with endless murderous intent: "Just wait, I will find that fellow...and tear him to pieces."

He still remembered that person's name to this day, in the Linyuan Land, within the Lost Clean City, it was him who had stopped his own Recovery plan...

Su Buxian.

At this moment.

In the deepest part of the Abyss, it was pitch black, unable to see everything within, only the endless silence, and the Abyss Vortex that wanted to devour all.

But the God of Anxiety had already appeared here, various similarly massive shadowy apparitions slowly emerged a little outline, most of them asleep.

Only two figures had a different aura.

"Have you...found the person?"

A calm voice...slowly sounded, this figure was entirely cloaked in black, standing in a place of endless black liquid, forming Star River.

The God of Anxiety croaked, "Found him..."

"Then where is his body?" Another muffled figure was beside, its body entirely blood red, with an aura of rot, yet also many oddly proliferating bodies!

"I still want to study, just what kind of descendent life form could...actually make you suffer a loss..."

It carried a sinister smile, seemingly not in a mocking tone, but simply out of pure interest.

After all,

Although the God of Anxiety had never shared even once, it knew... The revival of the God of Anxiety, the chance to break free, seemed to have been ruined by a weak mortal, and even its physical form had been suppressed back into the coffin made by the Gods Palace.

Naturally, it wouldn't believe that such a little fellow... could stand up to the God of Anxiety, and it was clear that the power of the Gods Palace was supporting him.

Such a person must have something special about them, being the Blood Demon God with an absolute perverted Power of evolution, it had an appetite for this.

The God of Anxiety just sneered, "Don't rush, once I'm finished tormenting... I'll hand him over to you."

"Ok, and I'm also looking for someone..."

The Blood Demon God's voice was soft and hoarse, "A portion of my Power seems to have lost contact, and... it seems to have created some kind of new life form."

It extended its abnormal hand: "Very small, very distant... Just like cells being separated, yet isn't it fascinating?"

For a terrifying existence like it, the strength at a cellular level, for the descendants, would no doubt be... a vast power, and its Power itself was evolution... Ruthless, uncontrolled evolution!

"Why are all of you looking for someone..." The God of Chaos said calmly, its whole body shrouded in blackness, "Even Lord Evil God is doing the same."

"That despicable person... who exactly are they, we have yet to find out..."

"But, it's normal."

The God of Chaos continued calmly, "After all, we've been out of touch with the era for too long, even losing control over our own powers."

It left out that it had seemingly lost control over a small part of its Chaotic Liquid, but for the vast Sea of Chaos, it wasn't significant.

It didn't share the Blood Demon God's idle curiosity to be interested in such a slight disturbance.

"However, now is the time for our return, to bring true terror down upon the Present World, making countless people remember anew... the fear of being dominated."

...

"Ah Qie!"

Su Qi touched his nose and sneezed several times in succession, sitting on the ground and muttering to himself, "What's happening, have I caught a cold, or is someone talking about me?"

"..."

The voice of Luo Shenfu echoed in Su Qi's mind, "A cold is impossible for your physique now, and as for being talked about... While such things are widely speculated, there is a sense of cause and effect in the unknown, considering an hour ago... you did what you did, and the titans of the Abyss took notice, there must be traces."

"So there really is... something to it." Su Qi stroked his chin, "Then it seems I'm being talked about rather severely."

"Rather than dwelling on that, focus on the present..."

Xiao Ou retorted.

"We are now in the land of Demons, and right now, we're in the belly of one of the Three Holy Artifacts... Your High-level Holy Artifact has run out of power, and this place is unlike anything we've just experienced."

It looked around:

"Don't you feel that this place is all desolation and decay..."

The place where Su Qi had been flung out to was the true heart of the Demon Land, also the Final Land where everyone would be directed after all the Great Holy Artifacts opened the Twisted passageways.

But...

As Xiao Ou mentioned, here it was a complete silence, neither in the Sky Dome nor on the ground could one hear a sound, nor was there a breath of wind.

The only thing present...

Su Qi looked ahead, was a building with a massive outline that looked like a Western edifice.

That's also why he had walked toward this direction for half an hour, and now, at last, he had arrived.

And.

What made his eyelids twitch was... the sight of the town gates, which looked extremely eerie and were firmly closed, surrounded on the ground outside... entirely planted with coriander.