The Ruin Realm

Ling Tian shook his head. "I don't know either."

He truly did not know.

But he knew Master definitely did.

Yet he would not say it, nor would he steer Master in any direction.

Some things should not be spoken of, and some paths should not be pointed out.

It was respect for Master, and also responsibility toward the Holy Dynasty.

At this moment, the four Lords of the Forbidden Zone's nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine-foot Tribulation Domains were undergoing changes.

The Lord of the Abyss sat cross-legged, his eyes tightly shut, his face twisted in agony.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine feet—only one foot short of a thousand.

Yet that single foot was a heavenly chasm, an abyss, the boundary between life and death.

Breaking through it would bring earth-shattering change; failing to do so meant being trapped at this level forever.

The essence of the Dao Realm peak was raging through their bodies, turning into fuel for the expansion of their Tribulation Domains.

Terrifying energy churned within the Lord of the Abyss.

Suddenly, the Tribulation Seed exploded.

The Tribulation Seed exploded.

It had not shattered—shattering meant collapse, destruction, damnation beyond redemption.

The Tribulation Seed had turned inside out, its insides spilling outward. The Forbidden Zone world erupted from its compressed seed, like a universe compressed for countless eons suddenly unleashed in an instant.

That power was too violent, so violent that even the Lord of the Abyss himself could not endure it.

He felt himself being torn apart. Not his body, but his consciousness.

His consciousness was no longer gathered in one point. It was ripped into tens of millions of fragments, scattered throughout every inch of the rolling ruins.

He could not see his own hands, could not hear his own heartbeat, could not even feel pain.

Only chaotic sensations remained, drifting