At the end of Void Island.
Beneath the violently surging mist lay an abyss too vast to take in from a bird's-eye view.
Yin winds howled mournfully. Chaotic power filled every corner here, more terrifying than shattered space-time currents, and the depths were bottomless.
It looked as though anyone who leaped down from here could escape the troubled land of Void Island and return to the warm embrace of the Holy Spirit Continent.
Of course, that was impossible.
Because this place was called the Fallen Abyss.
As one of the Nine Great Deathlands, the Fallen Abyss ranked first in danger upon Void Island.
The Holy Spirit Hall had even found the only safe passage from the Outer Island to the Inner Island below... well, that had been in the past.
Now, the passage was gone, and the Fallen Abyss was filled with chaos.
Yan Wuse, dressed in luxurious robes with pale golden hair, stood above the Fallen Abyss at this moment, his brows tightly furrowed and his face grim.
The howling wind whipped his slightly curled golden sideburns into disarray and violently tugged at his golden robe until it snapped in the wind.
Yan Wuse remained unmoved, silently sensing the tribulation power that had accumulated quite noticeably beneath the Fallen Abyss.
"Sure enough, it's the same trick as the Void Gate in the Deep Sea."
"The same handiwork... then this little scheme must have been carried out by Saint Slave's people too, right?"
"...Ba Zunan, hmph!"
Yan Wuse snorted coldly, his face full of displeasure.
The last time he had come, there had not been many people undergoing tribulation on Void Island. He had not sensed the current disturbance in the Fallen Abyss and had nearly been fooled.
But Yan Wuse refused to believe it.
He had always felt that