Yang Yu's voice was not loud, and it was even calm.
Yet the moment those words left his mouth, they traveled through the Abyss Network, along the Causal Threads on every Name Holder, spreading throughout the Vast Cosmos Hongmeng Great World before expanding into the depths of the Void at an incomprehensible speed.
That was no longer sound.
It was will.
It was a declaration by the Abyss Sovereign, forcibly branding his very existence into the Laws of the heavens.
Gray-gold ripples spread from the Abyss, wave after wave sweeping across the Void.
Wherever the ripples reached, the rules of the Hongmeng Grand Worlds trembled in unison, as if they had encountered a master born to stand above them.
Inside the Abyss control room.
Dao Lord Guichen and Deadwood Heavenly Venerable stood frozen in place, trembling all over.
"R-rule all Hongmeng Grand Worlds?"
Deadwood Heavenly Venerable's lips quivered.
He had seen arrogance before.
But arrogance on this level was a first.
How many Hongmeng Grand Worlds were there?
Even trillions upon trillions was merely an abstract figure.
Within the endless Void, new Grand Worlds were born every moment, while old ones perished.
To place every Hongmeng Grand World beneath one's feet—Quasi-Gods did not dare entertain such a thought, and even ordinary True Gods might not dare imagine it.
"The Sovereign is going to..."
Dao Lord Guichen breathed rapidly, his face flushed red.
Two words surfaced in his mind.
Cataclysm.
A Cataclysm that would sweep through the entire known Void.
And the one who would unleash that Cataclysm was the Abyss Sovereign they had only just sworn allegiance to.
Yet neither of them felt fear. Instead, an indescribable fervor surged up within them.
Heroes emerged only in troubled times.
True overlords were born only amid Cataclysms.
The Abyss was going to