Simulated Chaos

Without contact, there was no sound.

He suppressed his breathing to the faintest level, his heartbeat to the slowest pace.

More than thirty breaths passed between each breath, and more than ten breaths passed between each heartbeat.

Chu Ming glanced at him.

Blood Butcher gave a slight nod.

The two moved soundlessly toward the end of the passage.

At the end of the passage was a rift.

Its shape resembled a torn-open mouth, its edges jagged and uneven.

Beyond the rift lay a vaster expanse of chaos.

Yet it was not grayish-white chaos, but chaos stained dark red by the power of the abyss.

Within the dark-red chaos, two Abyss Great Lords were patrolling.

Both were around eight thousand zhang in size, having only just entered the Dao Lord realm.

One was covered in dense scales.

The scales were dark red, each as large as a millstone, their edges sharp as blades.

They were not arranged in the overlapping pattern of fish scales, but like armor.

One pressed against another, with gaps so narrow that even divine sense could not penetrate them.

Fine patterns covered the scales' surfaces, slowly flowing like rivers of magma compressed to the utmost extreme.

Their direction of flow was not random, but regular.

They flowed from the edges of the scales to their centers, then from the centers back to the edges, cycling endlessly.

The other was covered in tentacles.

Hundreds of tentacles extended from its body, each dozens of zhang long and as thick as an arm.

Their surfaces were not smooth, but covered in fine barbs, black light flickering at the tips.

The tentacles slowly swayed through the chaos like seaweed drifting underwater.

Their movements were not broad, but they followed a precise rhythm.

After every three sways, they paused for one breath