Outside the Abyss, Behemoth gazed at the Starry Sandstream blocking the entrance, his blue-green eyes filled with complex emotions. Not far beside him, Han Shuo's two External Incarnations looked as composed as ever, as though they had nothing to worry about.
"Ah..." A sigh escaped Behemoth's lips.
Glancing at the sighing Behemoth, Han Shuo's Death Element External Incarnation smiled faintly and tried to reassure him. "You've waited all these years. Why have you become so impatient now?"
"You aren't me. You still can't fully understand how I feel."
"I already told you, we don't need to wait for the Abyss to open again. I have a way to take you inside."
"I still find it hard to imagine."
"You'll see!"
"..."
The idle exchange did not last long. After a moment of silence, Han Shuo suddenly asked, "What sort of plane is your homeland, exactly?"
"It's a high-level plane, with many powerful figures-experts beyond your imagination." After a pause, Behemoth stared at Han Shuo and said, "My homeland is a plane teeming with gods. If you want to advance further, you'll come into contact with it sooner or later."
Han Shuo nodded thoughtfully, then chuckled. "Perhaps I'll visit your homeland once I've dealt with a few things."
During this time, Han Shuo and Behemoth had spoken a great deal. Through Behemoth, Han Shuo had learned things he had never known before and discovered that Behemoth's plane was a high-level plane where gods gathered.
The more Han Shuo learned about that plane, the more astonished he became. Without a doubt, compared with the Qio Continent and the Abyss Realm, Behemoth's homeland had more powerful beings and more complicated relationships. It held tremendous appeal for someone like Han Shuo, whose horizons and strength were steadily growing. However, until he resolved the problems