Entering the Passage

The abyssal power around its body did not wrap around its surface like armor; it was smeared across its skin like a layer of lubricant.

When those dark red rays came into contact with chaos, they did not clash—they "fused."

The chaos had been "liefied" by the abyssal power.

Those originally grayish-white, indeterminate particles of chaos became soft, smooth, and fluid under the influence of abyssal power.

It moved through the liquid chaos like a ship gliding over water.

There was no resistance.

No sound.

No trace.

As its scales brushed against the chaos, they made an exceedingly faint rustling sound. Yet it was not the noise of friction, but the sound of chaos being "pushed aside."

Like silk sliding over silk, like water flowing across water.

Its speed was at least twice that of a mid-rank Abyss Great Lord.

Chu Ming had calculated it.

That mid-rank Abyss Great Lord had pursued them through the passage at dozens of li per breath, while this high-rank Abyss Great Lord moved at hundreds of li per breath. It was not merely a little faster—it was faster by an entire order of magnitude.

Kunyu stood beside Chu Ming, watching that dark red light draw closer through the chaos.

There was no fear in his deep brown eyes.

Ten epochs of wandering had shown him too many things more terrifying than death.

The fall of Dao Lords, the collapse of ruins, the devouring of chaotic currents, the hunts of Abyss Great Lords.

Fear had long become an unfamiliar emotion to him.

Yet his brows furrowed.

Not from fear, but because this was "troublesome."

"That is Chaos Glide, something a high-rank Abyss Great Lord can only achieve after fusing abyssal power with chaos by more than seventy percent."

His voice remained calm, but beneath that