Then one day passed, then two.
One week, then two.
There was no further trace of the Gospel Throne.
Like a patient hunter, having sensed its prey's vigilance, wariness, and even killing intent, it hid itself back in the darkness.
No matter how many people waited in anxious torment, it remained utterly unmoved.
Only occasionally, amid the deep turbulence and the telescope observations of countless abyssal fortresses, vague traces and fragments of its outline would emerge. Yet they would soon vanish strangely into that darkness again.
Some even believed it had sunk back into the abyss and returned to the Beatific Land. But something so immense could not simply disappear into thin air. Once it moved again, there was no way it could conceal its enormous mass and gravity. Others, however, claimed it had been transferred through the blood river of a fallen nation, the storm passages of the Sea of Thunder, or even Golden Dawn's celestial ladder.
No matter the arguments and speculation, the telescopic searches and Bronze Eye observation teams never ceased their work.
Scholars from the Present Realm and the borderlands, along with exploration teams from the Grave of the Unreturning, constantly traveled between the Present Realm and the abyss, passing through Hell realms along hidden routes, observing the existence of that bizarre object and searching for traces it had left behind.
Unfortunately, the dozens of teams spread across different depths found nothing at all.
"Maybe it's already gone?"
Depth 71, Hell · Suspended Sea, designation T87671.
Amid violent winds heavy with moisture and stifling heat, a sunburned scholar lay beneath an antenna on a dried-out dune, holding an umbrella and miserably recording data.
Feeling the itch and pain from cracks in his skin, he could not help complaining. "So many of us risked our lives to