"As expected..."
At the sight of this,
Shen Yi felt a little relieved.
The primordial beginning authority that had previously accumulated within him, clinging to the outside of the flame of continued combustion, had now vanished without a trace.
Yet Shen Yi could sense that his perception of everything around him had improved by far more than a little.
Normally, the perceptions of all Authority Holders were suppressed without limit within the Death Abyss.
But now, Shen Yi only had to extend his awareness slightly to see Feng Qingyao deep in the Death Abyss, seemingly disoriented.
That was because her strength had weakened, and the black fog was eroding her.
So he hesitated no longer.
Shen Yi slowly took a step through the void.
Around him, the black fog seemed to pay homage to an emperor. As he stepped forward, both the rules of authority and the black fog retreated reverently from wherever his foot fell.
He quietly left a footprint in the Death Abyss.
An incomparably deep footprint.
Far away, Feng Qingyao remained lost within the dense Death Abyss.
Shen Yi hesitated no longer. He brought two fingers together like a sword, and a mote of concentrated authority light, like a bright star on a cold night, shot straight toward a spot in the distance near Feng Qingyao.
Deep in the Death Abyss, Feng Qingyao spotted the light and sensed the familiar presence. She quickly found her bearings and headed toward Shen Yi.
It was at that very moment that Shen Yi seemed to glimpse the birth and death of countless spaces and stretches of time amid the countless rippling rules and the black fog around him.
He saw a spark of life slowly bloom amid the vast abundance of death matter.
Then he saw that spark of life