Chaos had remained here for so many years, yet it had never sensed any will in the Northern Abyss, nor had it ever considered the possibility.
It was like the Eastern Sea. Dragon Son had been in the Eastern Sea for so long, yet he had never felt that the Eastern Sea had any thoughts of its own.
After all, these were merely different regions within the Main Plane. They did not represent an entire plane like the Nether River did.
Just as the Netherworld will manifested as the Nether River Spirit, if the Main Plane possessed a spirit, it could only manifest as the Door of Myriad Mysteries, not as mountains, rivers, or seas.
Now that the Door of Myriad Mysteries had shattered, the Main Plane no longer had a spirit. At most, one could call it the inscrutable Will of Heaven—objective rules of the world that could not be personified.
Yet in truth, whether mountains or rivers, all possessed spirits.
They embodied the characteristics of each region. Could the Northern Abyss be the same as Divine Land? Clearly not.
It was merely an almost imperceptible will, a faint spirituality. If you overturned a place's nature too severely, that place would inevitably react.
When the Phoenix Emperor conquered the Netherworld, even her body had shed a layer of netherfire. That was one manifestation.
When humanity destroyed nature, wind and sand buried cities and walls. That too was one manifestation.
With the River of Forgetfulness overlaid upon the Northern Abyss, Demonic Intent ravaging the land of the Great Dao and contaminating heaven and earth, how could there be no backlash?
It was only that this backlash had previously lacked the means to manifest itself. After all, this place had already lost its powerful native creatures, so no one could even