Trapped in the Bleakscape

This meant that Wu Heng was currently somewhere unknown within the Land of Absurdity.

He might have been near the node passageway of Mountain Pool City, or perhaps in the mineral vein—but more likely, he was in some unfamiliar and perilous place.

"It's Mo Suo!"

"He summoned some kind of eerie entity—one carrying a Bleakscape!"

Wu Heng first scanned his surroundings warily. There were only towering black trees, couplets, gloomy weather, and dead silence. No eerie entities. No movement.

He was not angry. Completely erasing Mo Suo's power would have taken time to begin with. Given Mo Suo's nature, he would certainly have pulled something like this before being utterly extinguished.

Wu Heng had guarded against every possibility, yet he had never expected such a method.

None of the Deep Blue Star Association Presidents had ever encountered it either!

Since Mo Suo had created this thing, he would have to ask Mo Suo himself about this place.

Wu Heng raised his hand. A crimson domain appeared in his palm, containing a strand of gray power utterly incompatible with the red domain.

This was Mo Suo's Hell-level special core power, his very foundation.

The moment Wu Heng sensed something akin to plot transportation when Mo Suo triggered the final mutation, he had forcibly halted the process of erasing Mo Suo and sealed him away.

As long as even a trace of this sealed Hell-level power—Mo Suo's unique "trait"—remained, Mo Suo would still have a chance of reviving both body and soul.

Streams of power containing the purest "nurturing" trait flowed from Wu Heng's arm into the domain in his palm.

The power that had just been about to utterly erase Mo Suo was now preserving his last thread of life.

A vague murmur emerged from Mo Suo's traits, which had been