BOOM!!
Yin Ming controlled the Bone Puppet, steadily closing in on the dangerous Abyssal Core plane.
Chaos was the Abyss's dominant hue. Demon lords warred against one another, Demon Bloodlines hunted and devoured each other—slaughter was always underway.
Yet at this moment, the entire Abyss was strangely silent. Even the demons locked in battle had tacitly stopped, an inexplicable, terrifying palpitation rising in their hearts.
Only a handful of powerful Sixth Ring demons had left their planes, seeking chances to gather fragments of the Abyssal Core plane. Even a little scrap of residue was an incomparably precious resource.
Yin Ming's escaping light passed through layer after layer of Abyssal Planes.
The gray Dimensional Mist grew denser, the sunlight weaker, as though an unscattered layer of dark clouds shrouded everything.
The closer he came to the Abyssal Core, the darker it became. Though the planes were likewise barren of resources, the demons within were far stronger than those in the shallower planes.
The arrangement followed some kind of pattern, guiding the situation along its course. It caused the remaining traces of energy in the Abyssal Planes piled from planar wreckage to flow toward the core, constructing a vast realm.
[Fate Principles: Eight-Directions Diagram.]
Yin Ming drew upon a wisp of Yang Spirit Divine Sense, analyzing the traces within the void's Dimensional Mist.
Anything that affected the void would leave traces behind. Where there were traces, Fate Principles divination could be performed.
When the Abyssal Core plane had exploded, he had been immersed in the Inner Scenery World and had not seen the light and shadows reflected from the Abyssal Core.
Yet by observing the void's Dimensional Mist, he could still sense that a change had occurred. Countless illusory threads seemed to appear before his eyes, guiding Yin Ming