That aura existed in a place it could not set foot in.
It was not a matter of distance, but of essence.
It belonged to "nothingness," while that aura belonged to a state of balance somewhere between "existence" and "nothingness."
It tried to draw closer, but whenever it did, that aura moved farther away.
Like two magnets with the same poles, the closer they came, the stronger the repulsion.
Other Abyss Great Lords appeared in the vision.
They awoke from different corners of the void, some even more ancient than the one Chu Ming had slain.
So ancient that their bodies were no longer physical entities, but masses of pure will, taking form only when they devoured worlds. Or stronger than it had been.
So powerful that their bodies blanketed the entire void, capable of swallowing dozens of stars in a single gulp.
They were not allies.
In the vision, two Abyss Great Lords met within the same stretch of void.
They did not communicate or even look at each other. They merely opened their mouths at the same time and lunged.
Their bodies entwined like two giant pythons locked in combat.
Abyssal power exploded in the collision, tearing the surrounding void into fragments.
The battle continued for who knew how many years.
The vision sped up, showing only two masses of shadow tumbling, tearing, biting, and devouring one another in the void.
The victor swallowed the loser's body, bite by bite.
The loser let out a shrill, miserable howl as it was devoured. The howl carried out from the vision, making even Chu Ming's sea of consciousness tremble faintly. Yet the victor did not stop.
It bit down mouthful by mouthful, chewed mouthful by mouthful, and swallowed every inch of the loser's body.
After devouring it, its body expanded