The Abyss, Dominator Temple.
Yang Yu sat on the Divine Throne, his eyes still closed.
The Eternal Power flowing through him had silently climbed to 9.9 million strands. He was only a hair's breadth from the perfect total of ten million.
His Divine Body was nearly transformed into pure law.
Every inch of skin, every drop of blood, seemed etched with patterns by the Heavenly Dao itself.
He did not even need to think about it. The insights into law of the Abyss Network's countless Name Holders flowed into his Divine Soul on their own and became part of him.
Just then, his mind stirred.
In his perception, a faint but searing flame tore through layer upon layer of fractured Void, racing straight toward the Abyss with the fury of someone bent on mutual destruction.
Yang Yu gave it a glance. His composure barely wavered.
He had seen far too much of this over the past two years.
Some prey, unwilling to accept its fate, always tried one last desperate struggle before the Abyss dragged it in.
Some burned their souls and hurled curses. Others sacrificed their worlds, hoping to perish together in a Void storm. And some, like the flame before him, burned away their lifespan just to get close enough for a look at what awaited them.
But the outcome never changed.
The moment an attack reached the Abyss's gravitational horizon, an invisible force tore it apart. It became pure energy and fed the Abyss.
It could not even raise a ripple.
Yang Yu could not be bothered with it.
He had not intended to intervene.
All his attention should have been on the transformation about to take place within him.
But just as the Abyss's gravity was about to tear the flame apart, he changed his mind.