Eternal Pursuit

It had been there one moment, then gone the next.

It had not been hidden by anything, nor was their divine sense too weak.

The Eternal Bridge itself was drifting. It moved through the Abyss Sea like a ship without an anchor, like a cloud without roots.

It had passed through here, leaving behind a trail of pulling force before departing.

Chu Ming's divine sense caught up to it for an instant, then it shook him off.

He withdrew his divine sense.

At his brow, that gray-gold radiance faded from bright to dim, retreating from dimness beneath his skin.

Blood Butcher looked at him and asked, "Did you see it?"

His voice remained hoarse, but beneath that hoarseness was a rare trace of urgency.

Chu Ming nodded.

"The Eternal Bridge. It is drifting through the Abyss Sea.

"The pulling force we sensed was the trail it left behind when it passed."

His tone was calm, as if he were stating a law of nature.

Blood Butcher fell silent for a breath, then asked, "Which direction?"

Chu Ming raised his right hand, gray-gold light flickering at his fingertips.

He traced an arc through the air, leaving a fine golden streak of light in its wake.

The streak extended out from the direction of the Silent Domain, pointing into the depths of the Abyss Sea.

In that direction, the color of chaos was deeper than elsewhere.

It was not the dark red of abyssal power, but the gray-black of chaos itself.

So deep it was almost pitch-black.

Blood Butcher looked at the arc and nodded.

Chu Ming lowered his hand.

The light streak lingered in the air for three breaths before dimming and dispersing.

He turned to face the edge of the Silent Domain.

The chaos there flowed slowly. Gray-white mist seeped