"Found it!"
In the multiverse, where dark energy gathered, deep within infinitely profound lower dimensions, lay all the multiverse's dark sides.
Layer upon layer, vast and endless.
This was the Abyss, the darkest place in the entire multiverse, and a supreme plane second only to the Central Primordial World.
It had been born alongside Light Gaia at the beginning of this immeasurable era. In the beginning, the gods of the Primordial World had called it the "Nine Nethers."
Even now, that name still circulated among the immortal paths of the Central Primordial World.
However, what it was called did not matter. As long as such a place existed, that was enough.
And on a plane buried in the absolute depths of the Abyss, before an indescribable altar, a perfect figure had stood for an unknown length of time.
The King of Fallen Angels, Lucifer!
In midair, the turning of the Ten Thousand Demons Tome came to a halt. A page rose upright, revealing an infinitely deep starry sky. Then the stars shifted, suddenly transforming into immeasurable heights—a chaotic world, as though one were looking down from an infinite altitude, above the heavens!
One chaotic vortex after another appeared, each representing a world or plane.
Within this multiverse, planes were born and destroyed every moment, fully displaying the cycles of creation and extinction, without beginning or end.
Then, upon the page, a certain plane deep within flashed by in an instant, yet Lucifer keenly caught it.
"Can it only be located to this extent?" Lucifer asked with a slight frown.
A voice sounded from the altar. "Only this general range can be determined. But who exactly are you looking for?"
Lucifer merely smiled without answering. With a casual gesture, the Ten Thousand Demons Tome fell back into his hand. He gave