Ning Rongrong and the Abyssal Sage King

"A formation capable of sealing a Second Level God—no wonder you're so confident."

Ning Rongrong spread out her senses and could tell that the grand formation had been pieced together using Ten Thousand Year Cold Marrow.

It was somewhat similar to the seal that had once sealed Wind and Snow Valley. Even a Second Level God would need some time to break it open.

"This thing... wasn't prepared for the Snow Empress, was it?"

It did not seem impossible.

The Snow Empress had apparently fought the Abyssal Sage King, then fled after being severely injured.

"The Snow Empress didn't come, so I got pushed in her place?"

Wasn't this a little absurd?!

Ink black energy seeped out from the Abyss Rift and rapidly took human form.

A young man in black robes appeared. His crystalline white hair cascaded over his shoulders, his skin was pale, and his features handsome. His black eyes had no whites, yet they resembled bottomless abysses.

He slowly raised his right hand and gently clenched it. The Sea God Trident, hidden at the opening of the Abyss Channel and pressed against the wall, flew into his hand. It swiftly transformed into the Heavenly Saint Splitting Abyss Halberd.

It seemed he had used some special projection method to alter the weapon's appearance.

"Sure enough, this thing doesn't feel right in my hand," the young man muttered.

The four Abyss Emperors swept past Ning Rongrong, dropped to one knee, and said in unison:

"Welcome, Sage Monarch. We are willing to serve you with utmost devotion, no matter the cost."

"Rise."

The Abyssal Sage King lightly raised his unarmed hand. An unfathomable force spread out, and the four Abyss Emperors involuntarily rose to their feet.

"The progress has been rather slow. I even projected my weapon here, yet you