Over the next several days, beneath the camp's calm surface, a taut undercurrent remained hidden.
The Interlayer Abyss appeared silent, yet the cold, bleak tone blanketing the entire airspace had never faded. It had merely drawn in all its outward Malevolent Energy, becoming ever more restrained and oppressive.
Taking advantage of a lull in the Corpse-Burning Squad's duties, Qin He moved around the perimeter of the corpse-burning grounds.
He did not deliberately investigate. He merely acted as though he were conducting an ordinary inspection and arranging tools, silently observing the layers of formations and restrictions extending from the Inner Layer.
His gaze swept across the intricate, interwoven formation patterns while his fingertips quietly brushed against one another, secretly deducing the flow paths of every line.
In the eyes of others, these restrictions were merely barriers guarding the interlayer, isolating Demonic Energy—orderly, severe, and unchanging since ancient times.
Yet in Qin He's eyes, they revealed exceedingly subtle abnormalities.
When the wind swept over the formation patterns, its flow would inexplicably slow. The paths along which spiritual power traveled would shift for no reason. Even the aura of heaven and earth in the surroundings underwent a subtle deflection whenever it approached the boundary of the Inner Layer.
There were no earth-shattering phenomena, no thunderous roar of laws, yet the hidden grain of this world had long since been quietly altered by the interlayer's power of reverse paths.
That was the most terrifying thing about this airspace.
Qin He secretly considered several methods of breaking the deadlock and infiltrating the interlayer.
Yet every deduction ultimately led back to immense risk.
The Inner Layer's restrictions were connected to the core of the Central Army Camp and also tied into the perception network of High God-level combatants.
Any disturbance—even the slightest disorder in spiritual power