"I had originally planned to do exactly that."
The Abyssal Sage King murmured to himself.
He looked toward the Space Channel, weighing the current situation.
Even taking the worst-case scenario, if the God Realm still existed and God Kings like Tang San were lying in wait in the shadows, yet had not acted directly, then they surely lacked confidence. In other words, the Abyss had not yet fallen into its most dire state and could still break away at any time.
"I only need to verify it. Once I confirm that the God Realm truly still exists, I'll sever the channel at once and control the Abyss's escape."
And verifying whether the God Realm had left was simple.
He only needed to let cultivators from the Lower Plane Become Gods.
The God Realm exercised extremely strict control over its directly governed Lower Planes. For the stability of its own rule, it would never permit the cultivation systems of the Lower Planes to possess a path to God Level.
Once a Lower Plane's cultivation system allowed people to Become Gods, the God-level beings of that Lower Plane and the Deities of the God Realm would form two separate factions. Those two factions would inevitably plant the seeds of the God Realm's destruction.
It would not even take too long.
Imagine this: a Deity cultivated in the God Realm for thirty years. It was clearly nothing more than an ordinary period of secluded cultivation, yet ten thousand years had passed in the Lower Plane. Ten thousand years was enough for a plane to produce more than ten beings who had Become Gods.
But what would those beings think?
Generation after generation of God-level beings from the Lower Plane could exhaust their lives without ever seeing a Divine Throne become vacant.
The God