Lurking for a Century

The two traveled through the chaos for another twenty days.

Over those twenty days, they skirted around three dangerous regions.

The first was a chaotic turbulent current, even more violent than the previous one. The vortices' suction was so powerful that several bottomless cracks appeared in even Chu Ming's light barrier. He did not force his way through. Instead, using the power of order, he carved out a winding passage along the edge of the current, slipping through the gaps between the vortices like a snake.

The second was a domain of Dao marks, traces left behind by a fallen High Dao Lord.

There was no distortion of time in that region, only folded space. You could clearly walk forward, yet appear behind yourself; clearly fly upward, yet sink beneath your own feet.

Blood Butcher said he had been trapped there for three months, and in the end, he had escaped only by hacking through space slash by slash.

Chu Ming used the power of order to unfold the folded space layer by layer, like smoothing out a crumpled sheet of paper. The two passed through it in just half a day. The third was the territory of two Abyss Great Lords.

They wandered through the chaos, one on the left and one on the right, like two hunting hounds guarding a gate.

Chu Ming and Blood Butcher circled around the edge of their territory, concealing their auras to the utmost. Even their breathing was suppressed to its lowest point.

As they passed the two Abyss Great Lords, the closest distance between them was less than a hundred li.

Chu Ming could clearly see the eyes blinking across the creatures' bodies, the scarlet within their pupils burning in the darkness.

One of them seemed to sense something and glanced in