Stepping into Chaos

The jade slip floated up from his palm, traced an arc through the air, and landed back in Blood Butcher's hand.

Blood Butcher caught the jade slip and stored it within his body.

The instant the jade slip sank into his palm, a grayish-white flash flickered across his skin, then vanished.

Chu Ming asked, "Where did you get it?"

His tone was calm.

But the question itself was probing Blood Butcher's trump card.

The jade slip's origin determined how trustworthy it was.

If it had been dug out of an Abyss Great Lord's body, then its information might have been devoured by the Abyss Great Lord from elsewhere. Its reliability would depend on the source that Abyss Great Lord had consumed.

If it had been obtained from the ruins left behind by a fallen Dao Lord, then its information came directly from that Dao Lord and was more reliable.

Dao Lord Blood Butcher said, "The ruins left behind by a fallen Dao Lord."

He looked at Chu Ming without concealing anything in his gaze. "I searched the Abyss Sea for thirty years before I found the entrance to those ruins."

Thirty years.

Those three words fell into the chaos like three stones cast into deep water. They stirred no ripples, yet sank very deep.

Thirty years of venturing through the Abyss Sea.

Not merely thirty years, but thirty years within the Abyss Sea.

Time in the Source Sea did not move in step with time in the Abyss Sea. A single day spent in the Abyss Sea might mean a year had already passed in the Source Sea.

Blood Butcher's thirty-year search in the Abyss Sea meant that several centuries, or even millennia, might have passed for his lineage in the Source Sea.

He said nothing about his lineage.

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