Night lay heavy over the Godfall Deadlands. Cold wind scraped across the stone tower, drawing shrill sounds from its walls.
Yang Yu reclined on a bed covered in soft beast skins. He looked at the God of All Machines' mechanical head floating in midair, an undisguised sneer curling his lips.
"A trap?"
"These locals can't even afford decent clothes. What clever scheme could they possibly cook up? I could guess it with my toes."
Yang Yu stretched. His bones crackled like popping beans, and the power of someone at the peak of the Seventh Step Ancient Illuminating Realm surged through the Abyss.
He did not care what kind of setup this so-called Godslaying Plan was.
At his current level of cultivation, schemes were paper tigers he could crush with a flick of his hand.
He possessed the Ultimate Abyss Wheel, which connected him to tens of millions of Abyss Name Holders.
He held the World-Suppressing Bronze Seal, a Primordial Spirit Treasure capable of suppressing the rules of an entire world.
Yang Yu was confident that he was the strongest person in this Secret Realm.
He would be the one laughing at the end.
The next morning.
The entire Remnant Fortress lay shrouded in Gray Mist so thick it seemed impossible to disperse.
The True God's suppressive force was even stronger than the day before.
Yang Yu pushed open the stone tower's heavy door and strolled toward the enormous square at the center of the fortress.
Everyone had already assembled in the square.
The Remnant Tribe had sent over a thousand elite warriors. Bare-chested and painted with hideous crimson totems, they had the fervent eyes of cultists ready to sacrifice themselves at any moment.
The dozens of Old Freaks who had entered from the Outside World stood gathered in small groups.