The feeling of being watched by that eye was indescribable.
What concerned Lin Cheng most was not that terrifying pressure, but... beneath that eye's gaze, vast amounts of black mist suddenly surged through the void. As the black mist roiled, an enormous rift thousands of zhang long slowly emerged within it. The aura faintly emanating from it felt exceptionally familiar.
"Abyss!?"
Lin Cheng froze on the spot.
The aura of the Abyss!
Or rather, a small Abyss.
A miniature version.
Vaguely, it seemed that some extremely weak Abyss monsters were being born within it. Their auras were not strong, yet they had still reached the Heavenly Rank, and their numbers were immense... densely packed, these creatures struggled to crawl out of the miniature Abyss.
Yet at that moment, Little Black withdrew its power.
Everything around them vanished.
The countless dark creatures in the Abyss let out unwilling roars before swiftly fading away as well.
The surrounding void gradually returned to calm, as though nothing had ever appeared at all... This scene left Lin Cheng completely silent.
He abruptly turned to look at Little Black, who looked back at him innocently.
"What is it? This is probably the ability that suddenly appeared in my mind. Could it be some kind of bloodline inheritance?" Little Black said uncertainly.
Lin Cheng opened his mouth. "I don't think it's that simple."
He finally understood where that familiar aura on Little Black came from... That supreme, incomparably terrifying sense of oppression was exactly the same as the fleeting aura of the god he had sensed in the Abyss!
Especially that ability to carve open a miniature Abyss... it was precisely identical to the legends describing that god!
Could Little Black be that god?
But its strength clearly did not match.
A reincarnation?
At that moment,