The Chaos Chalice hung in midair, its rim still pulsing with gray-black light of law.
Qin Chuan reached out and gripped the cup.
The Chaos Law he had just finished analyzing spread along his arm, and everything around him suddenly came into focus.
The black seawater, which had once blocked Divine Sense, lost its obscuring power.
Qin Chuan's senses plunged downward.
A thousand miles.
Ten thousand miles.
A hundred thousand miles.
The Black Sea was far deeper than it looked. The farther down he went, the denser the Chaos Law became. Countless shattered rules tangled together, forming barrier after barrier.
Before, his Divine Sense would have been shredded the moment it touched the first layer.
Now, as soon as those unclaimed rules approached Qin Chuan's Divine Sense, Chaos Dominion threw them into disorder.
Their fixed determinations vanished, and the barrier parted on its own.
"Hidden away pretty well."
Qin Chuan put away his twin blades and continued probing downward.
The Black Sea had already fallen by thousands of meters, and the remaining Chaos Beasts were all huddled in the distance.
They did not charge again. They only swam around the Chaos Chalice, low growls rumbling in their throats.
The rewritten Resurrection Rule was still in effect. Every beast that died cost the Black Sea a permanent portion of its Origin Essence.
In just an hour, more than half of the three thousand-plus Chaos Beasts had been cut down. The remaining predatory shells would not last much longer either; their bodies were covered in cracks that would not heal.
A Chaos Beast that had only just formed its upper body tried to approach.
Qin Chuan raised a finger. The beast froze, then slowly retreated into the pack.
"That's more like it. What's wrong with staying alive? Why line up to deliver