The magic cards in Chen Rui's hand slowly scattered into glowing particles.
A blurry shadow began to appear in the space opposite him, suffused with a faint blood-red hue.
Within that blood-red shadow, one eye was the first to come into focus—a blood-red pupil. It exuded an aura both primordial and ultimate, eternal and indestructible.
If it had been Chen Rui before he left the gate between the two worlds for Nightmare Volcano, a single glance from those eyes would have reduced him to ashes. Even in the state he had been in when he first entered the Chaos Realm, his soul and will would have disintegrated beneath that gaze.
But Chen Rui now did not lose his soul or scatter his spirit. He merely stared straight into that eye.
The outline beside the eye gradually became clear, taking the form of a human body. It was clearly right before him, yet it gave the impression of being impossibly distant. On the surface, it possessed no vast, earthshaking power, yet those imposing "giants" from before had all been reduced to ashes with a mere gesture from this person.
The person's features flickered in and out of sight, seemingly flawless. The clearest parts were the eyes—the left held a blood-red pupil, while the right was hollow black. A flash of insight struck Chen Rui, and he abruptly understood. The Abyss!
So the will manipulating everything from behind the scenes—the true will of the Abyss—was not the gods, but the Supreme God!
Why had the gods been reborn within dark divinity after their fall?
From that moment onward, the gods had already fallen onto the Supreme God's chessboard. Then, even if the gods truly destroyed the world and fully revived, the will of the Abyss would use some power within the curse