Ten years had passed since Green began his research beyond Bone Continent, and the dimensional war had likewise continued for ten years.
After their defeat in the initial battle, the Abyssal Devil Race gradually came to recognize the terror of this enemy. They continually tried every possible method to deal with the white mist, yet just as the Forgotten One in the Dimensional Esophagus had analyzed, the damage inflicted upon the white mist would never outweigh the energy it provided.
Thus, amid constant battles and defeats, the Abyssal Devil Race became increasingly familiar with this enemy even as they retreated again and again, gradually nearing the region of abyssal demonic mist spreading outward from the Penetrating Gate.
"Ah!"
At the cost of consuming the life-thickness of his Omnipotent Soul, the short golden enoki mushrooms covering this Abyssal Devil Ancestor's body vanished one by one. Though unwilling, he had no choice but to lead the many devils back into the abyssal demonic mist, where rolling black fog swallowed their figures.
All the devils had completely withdrawn, yet one person charged into the mist and never reappeared, swearing never to turn back. It was none other than the One-Armed Sacred Body Ancestor.
"He's still as hotheaded as ever!"
After speaking coldly, the One-Eyed World-Cleaving Ancestor looked toward the Ancestor of Myriad Arts and Lost Traces beside him and asked worriedly, "Well? Any results?"
At that moment, the Ancestor of Myriad Arts and Lost Traces was using his supreme power over time and space to construct an ultra-high-density compressed sphere, squeezing the abyssal demonic mist and white mist together in order to speed up the experiment, seemingly wanting to see which side would ultimately prevail.
Yet more than a month had already passed, and there were still no results.
It was hard to