Floating Island

When Chu Ming emerged from the ruins, he used the last of his strength to tear open an opening.

That opening led into the interior of the ruins.

His gaze lingered on the crack for a moment.

"The final trace Tianheng left before his fall."

After tearing open this crack, he had been besieged to death by the Abyss Great Lords.

This crack was the last gift he had left for those who came after."

Blood Butcher Dao Lord said, "But that crack is guarded by an Abyss Great Lord."

He could sense that Abyss Great Lord, one close to the rank of a high Dao Lord, lurking near the crack.

That aura writhed along the edge of the crack like a beast crouched at the mouth of a cave. Anyone who drew near would be detected by it.

Chu Ming said, "We don't need to enter through the crack."

He looked at that colorless region, the power of order gathering in his eyes.

Gray-gold light flickered faintly within his pupils. It pierced through the surface of the colorless chaos and saw the "structure" within. The colorless chaos was not uniform. Countless fine nodes lay within it, like a woven net, every strand connected to another node. At the edge of the net were three "weak points."

Those weak points were not cracks.

A crack had been torn open; fragments of laws drifted from its edges, and energy leaked from it.

Those weak points were "natural."

Like a net that had not been woven tightly enough, their meshes were larger than elsewhere, and their threads thinner.

They were gaps naturally formed in the ruins' defensive mechanism over the long years.

The three of them did not need to enter through the crack. They could enter through those gaps.

Dark Nether