Through the omnipresent, heterogeneous concepts within the Inner Layer Domain, he had glimpsed more of the true nature of the higher powers.
Orsaga had been immersed in them for a long time.
Then, without warning, he suddenly felt an immense pressure descend.
Through his perceptions.
He knew perfectly well where that pressure came from.
In fact, it bore him no malice whatsoever.
Its source was simply somewhere nearby.
But that being's peerless power automatically squeezed everything around it. In an instant, it displaced all the surrounding concepts, while incidentally giving Orsaga the sensation of being caught in a meat grinder—or a blood pump...
As a being whose existence comprised a relatively heterogeneous assortment of elements.
When Orsaga was near a great being of that level, the many constituent elements within this avatar began to disintegrate and peel away of their own accord. Energy drained away, flesh unraveled... every conceptual element unrelated to that being was being expelled and altered...
That power was instinctively trying to change him!
However, as a demon lord—and one of the strongest among them.
Although the Orsaga here was merely a relatively important avatar.
He obviously could not be completely transformed so easily.
At most.
His existence was subjected to ceaseless pressure and rejection.
He remained under a constant influence.
Once he left this area, a single thought would restore him automatically.
And that was the main reason Purple Tribulation had said certain things earlier.
Although the weaker beings at the abyss lord level could stay in the Inner Layer Domain without dying.
The various greater powers would still make it difficult for them to take even a single step.
After all, even the concept of distance was distorted here.
Without sufficient strength.
Even moving was extraordinarily difficult.
In fact.
Even the stronger beings at the