Three years later.
The Abyss Core Layer was so quiet that not the slightest sound could be heard.
Billions of cosmic bands of light revolved around the Core Tower, while streams of Gray-Gold Torrent converged from the depths of the Void and entered the tower's summit.
The World-Suppressing Bronze Seal hung above the tower's peak.
It had now completely fused with the Abyss, Gray-Gold Patterns winding across its azure seal body.
At regular intervals, it would automatically sweep across the Abyss's borders and suppress incoming fluctuations of Law.
But today, it was not patrolling.
It stared at the seated figure below, not even daring to let its azure light flicker carelessly.
Yang Yu sat at the very top of the Core Tower.
His eyes were shut tight.
The River of Ages that had once been less than a century long had long since vanished.
In its place hung a gray-gold Divine Ring behind him.
The Divine Ring was enormous.
There were no Runes or words within it, only countless scenes flashing by without end.
Someone stood amid shattered Hongmeng and swallowed a crippled great world in a single gulp.
Someone wielded the Sword of Judgment and chased a Seventh Step Old Freak for three days and three nights.
Someone broke through on the arena stage of the Myriad Worlds Merchant House, bearing the Abyss Branch True Name as he faced the siege of dozens of peers, forcibly carving out a path of blood.
Someone else knelt at the entrance of an Abyss branch store, emptying his entire fortune just to buy a Name Holding slot.
These people came from different worlds.
They cultivated different methods.
They walked different paths.
Yet in the end, they all bore the same name.
Abyss.
When they cultivated, Laws flowed back.
When they broke through,