The Battle Art of an Old Schemer

On the core altar of the Abyss Plane, the Abyssal Sage King did not once again plant the Heavenly Saint Split Abyss Halberd into it as a medium to speak with the Mother Goddess. The Mother Goddess had already steered the Crimson Domain over and infiltrated the area. She was nearby, so there was no need to use the Heavenly Saint Split Abyss Halberd to mobilize Abyssal power. They could communicate directly.

"That is a trap!"

The Crimson Mother's voice came through. She could tell that world was not simple; otherwise, the God Realm would not have come so close to it.

"That world has a saying: 'Nothing ventured, nothing gained.' If they want to plot against me, they must be prepared to suffer the backlash."

The Abyssal Sage King was brimming with confidence. Of course, he could see that it might be a trap. Though, judging from what the other side had revealed so far, the possibility seemed quite low. In fact, had he not previously sent a clone to infiltrate the place, he would have found it difficult to notice anything.

Clearly, the other side had been doing its utmost to conceal things. Part of what that believer had shown him earlier had been an illusion, intended to deceive and lure him into taking the bait.

A conspiracy was called a conspiracy because it could only work in secret. Once exposed, it became useless and could even be turned against its creators.

He was now preparing to play along. With the Mother Goddess watching his back, even if the other side possessed some formidable trump card, he was confident he could hold on until the end.

**"That Netherworld Plane is not simple. Its potential surpasses even the Crimson Domain's. Once you enter, corrode and take control of it