The dark Bottomless Abyss.
A vast, profound shadow suddenly swept through the void, flying swiftly toward an unknown destination.
No one knew how long passed before the shadow finally reached its destination—the Touch of the Abyss.
The Touch of the Abyss was a place feared by all abyssal creatures, for its spatial laws were the most unstable in the entire Abyss. Rifts in space-time could appear at any moment. One second, you might still be living peacefully; the next, a spatial rift could tear you in two.
After arriving at the Touch of the Abyss, the shadow suddenly let out a breath.
The drawn-out sound carried a trace of joy and relief, but was immediately followed by fury and violence.
Its emotions were volatile and extreme.
This shadow was none other than the Lord of No Flame, who had secretly slipped away from his own territory.
His joy came from successfully escaping before the other Demon Gods learned that the fallen true spirit was his. Though the Touch of the Abyss was dangerous, the Lord of No Flame could still endure space-time rifts with his true body. But if he had remained in his territory, he knew full well that those greedy Demon Gods would surely seize the chance to attack him now that his true spirit had fallen.
After all, the loss of his true spirit had greatly diminished his strength, yet his rank remained unchanged. Those Demon Gods coveting his position would certainly make their move.
As long as he could hold on for a while and keep the other Demon Gods' attention off himself, he would have a chance to temporarily leave the Barren Face and hide from the storm in some undeveloped minor world.
The fury that followed his joy, however, came from the Lord of