Old True God Looked at Me?

A half-zhang Gray-Gold Region was nailed into the Pale Hongmeng.

Yang Yu stood at the very front.

Behind him was the Micro Jump Ship.

Everyone inside the ship watched him through the Barrier.

There was no wind.

There was no sound.

But everyone could feel the Pale Hongmeng gnawing away at his boundaries bit by bit.

The God of All Machines' notifications kept popping up.

[Safety radius: 0.56 zhang.]

[Safety radius: 0.54 zhang.]

[Dominator existence anchoring loss increased.]

[Suggestion: return immediately.]

Yang Yu turned around.

"Annoying."

The God of All Machines paused for a breath.

[Suggestion revised: Boss, don't give your life away.]

Little White slapped the cabin door on the spot.

"Come back!"

Yang Yu didn't move.

"Come back for what? So we can all squeeze inside the shell and wait for it to scrape us?"

Little White gritted her teeth.

"That's still better than you going out alone!"

Yang Yu raised his hand. Gray-Gold Patterns lit up in his palm.

Those patterns weren't ordinary projections of power.

They were the Abyss's own veins.

More precisely, they were part of his body.

Previously, he had forcibly split the Abyss into two halves.

One half remained in the Pseudo-Hongmeng Region.

The other became the true Abyss Universe, carrying everyone, the civilizations, the ships, and every possible fallback.

They were all inside his Abyss.

The Micro Jump Ship merely maintained its external form, like a thin shell hanging at the edge of the Abyss within his body.

What the Hongmeng was eroding wasn't just the ship.

It was also half of Yang Yu's Abyss Body.

Yang Yu looked at everyone inside the ship.

"Go deeper."

The inside of the ship fell silent.

Yang Yan frowned.

"You're going to force all of us into the Abyss Core?"

"Yes."