Over the sea, Wang Yong opened his eyes and looked up at the deep night sky.
The Martial Emperor had no interest in playing greeter with him, and had left long ago, leaving behind only a battered fishing boat warped by intense heat. It rose and fell with the dark sea now, like a broken toy tumbling across a vast sheet of silk in a child's hands.
The sea could hardly be called tranquil; waves constantly surged and broke. Yet to Wang Yong, they were no more than insignificant background noise. What drew his attention was the faint sound of a "curtain" rolling through the void that bore both sea and sky.
The spatial structure in his area had changed. Part of it was being rearranged and reconstructed, and the Abyss Turbulence churned along with it, prying open an invisible void rift. It shifted from instability into stability, yet could not remain so for long, instead displaying a periodic oscillation.
Using Wang Yong's eyes and senses, Ronan locked onto a more precise location and saw traces of Gray Substance emerging there.
The sound of the "curtain" rolling became clearer as well.
It was somewhat like Jin Buhuan's experience in the Volcanic Zone back then, but the environmental projection was ordinary, nowhere near as extreme.
The "Balance of Truth," or rather, its operation through the "Gate of Rebirth (Existing)," seemed far more placid.
But no matter how placid it was, such fluctuations would inevitably trigger alarms from the Outer Earth Abyss Zone Monitoring Network. Above the Abyss Zone, the turbulent storm had clearly grown more frenzied. On the space station nearly four hundred kilometers up, temporary core equipment was focusing on this area.
The Window Period was short.
Fortunately, the Gray Substance rift stabilized once more, and a white-robed figure was