The Abyss's expansion had entered a state of near-unstoppable automation.
At the front, Dao Lord Guichen, Deadwood Heavenly Venerable, and the others led vast Pioneering Legions in assault after assault against forces that still resisted.
Those forces refused to bow or join the Abyss. In the end, the Pioneering Legions broke them by force and swept away their old ruling systems.
Behind the lines, the Fourth Calamity's army of billions of Players was hardly idle.
They took over conquered worlds, sorting and collecting their resources again and again.
They tore down temples, hauled away mineral veins, and brought captives back for registration.
Wherever they went, they inventoried every resource they found.
If something could be exchanged for Merit, they rarely left it behind.
The whole process was fast and merciless.
All of it ultimately came together as an immense tide of Source Power.
Filtered and refined layer by layer through the Abyss Network, that Source Power became energy in its purest form.
Then it poured without end toward the very heart of the Abyss.
There, suspended in endless darkness, stood the Dominator Temple.
Inside the temple, Yang Yu had been in seclusion for a full year.
During that year, he had practiced no complicated cultivation methods.
Nor had he deliberately sought to comprehend any profound Laws.
He had simply sat there in silence, barely moving.
Yet his body had undergone tremendous changes.
He no longer needed to actively condense the vast quantities of Eternal Power.
Under the endless infusion of Origin, that Eternal Power formed, gathered, and took shape on its own.
As long as the supply of Source Power continued, his Divine Body could keep running, generating more Eternal Power without pause.
Seven million strands...
Seven and a half million strands...
Eight million strands...
The amount of Eternal Power