At the bottom of the abyss.
With the Eye of Creation as its foundation, more than a hundred Abyssal Devil Ancestors had continuously poured energy into the ten-thousand-mile ring of this metal platform for centuries. The originally narrow crack had become like a slowly opening eye, growing ever larger and deeper as it pierced toward an unknown illusion.
The Ancestor of Myriad Arts and Lost Traces, the One-Eyed World-Cleaving Ancestor, and the One-Armed Sacred Body Ancestor had all arrived!
Around the three ancestors stood special Devil Ancestors such as the Devil Ancestor Nuri, along with several extraordinarily powerful Devil Ancestors second only to the ancestors. Beyond them were the thirteen experts wielding civilization treasures!
"Humph! Give me one more epoch, and I would surely become the fourth ancestor!"
The six-armed Devil Ancestor spoke in a grim voice, filled with unwillingness and regret.
"Give you ten more epochs and you still would not cross that threshold."
The One-Armed Sacred Body Ancestor showed no courtesy. At their level, they knew full well the gulf between one another's ranks.
First came the legions withdrawing from countless Abyss Battlefields, great and small. Then all the Abyssal Devil Race members and powerful mutants from the six world clusters gathered toward this primordial great world. Ninety-two Abyss Cities, innumerable Abyssal Devil Race members, Abyssal Demon Dragons—this primordial Abyss World was nearly packed to the brim.
Even the foundation of a great world could scarcely bear so many lives. This was the abyssal essence of six world clusters!
Amid the turmoil of laws, geological cataclysms occasionally erupted, but before so many gathered Abyssal Devil Ancestors, they were hardly worth mentioning.
"A total of one thousand three hundred and twenty-three Devil Ancestors."
As the Ancestor of Myriad Arts and Lost Traces spoke, the two curved horns atop his