Fifth Sequence,
Abyss.
Within the void, a lonely continent floated in silence, as though it had been abandoned by the world.
Yet only after drawing near would one realize how exuberant—and terrifyingly savage—the life force on this continent was.
Countless pitch-black, razor-sharp, enormous wooden spikes had grown from the soil. They knotted and tangled together, forming layer upon layer of impassable thorn defenses.
These thorn defenses had sunk deep roots into the continent. No, no—perhaps it was more accurate to say they had outright hijacked the continent. Originally, the continent had occupied only two grids, but as the thorn defenses continued expanding into the void, its total volume had now approached ten grids!
There was no way for any living being to land directly on this continent unless they slaughtered their way through, forcibly destroying every thorn and wooden spike.
"Heh heh heh, after three hundred and three years, who would have thought this Heavenly Dao Maiden would complete such a grandiose transformation!"
Aboard the Boat of Death, Zhang Yang was filled with emotion.
Indeed, when he had originally set out to take advantage of Cangdong Heavenly God's misfortune, he had expected to return in only a few years. But later, Zhang Yang's true spirit had been trapped inside the great urn, where he tempered it through an age whose passing he could no longer measure. In the blink of an eye, three hundred years had passed.
Of course, since that truly foolish Cangdong had been completely annihilated in the third year when the God-Refining Array collapsed and the great urn retaliated, the Abyssal Demon coalition that had been cowed by his might in the Abyss had immediately disbanded.
It was precisely because he sensed this that Zhang Yang had not been in a hurry to escape at the time.