Beelzebub

"Ha ha..."

The laughter rang out, loud and unending.

Yin Ming suspected Romance's withdrawal had a great deal to do with Locke, the Second-Ring Lava Troll.

Several other Second-Ring Demons stood nearby. Anyone who could endure such undisguised mockery and come through it had to be strong-willed.

The gossip about the Abyssal Plane cleared up a question Yin Ming had harbored for years. Romance's behavior finally made sense, too.

"Ahem..."

Yin Ming coughed twice and got to the point. "Then what's this Abyssal War about? And the planar taboo?"

Locke stopped laughing. "The Bishipu Subplane was originally called the Beelzebub Subplane."

"It was formed from the body of Beelzebub, the Ancestor of Bigmouth Demons."

"Right now, we're standing on Beelzebub's tongue. The two outermost mountain ranges are his lips, the jagged inner ranges are his teeth, and these low peaks are barbs on his tongue."

"Hard to believe, isn't it? To think we're so small."

Yin Ming was startled. When a supernatural body turned into ordinary matter, it expanded enormously.

Kuafu, who had chased the sun, had become Peach Mountain, and his wooden staff had become Peach Grove. For a single being to become an entire subplane, though—even if his body remained supernatural, he must have been colossal.

"Is he dead?" Yin Ming asked what mattered most to him.

"No! He just ate too many souls! It left his mind dull and chaotic. Bigmouth Demons are the Abyss's second-largest race, and their bloodline is powerful. Beelzebub may not be a Demon God, but he might as well be," Locke said.

"I heard the Abyssal Will tried to make a plane-sized living weapon and lost control of it!" a Second-Ring Scythe Demon added.

"Every ten years, there's a small Abyssal War. Every hundred years, a large one. The corpses of the