Time passed.
Inside the Fuxi Hall.
A gigantic star map hung suspended below the dome, delineating the star domain at the border of Gouchen Heaven and South Pole Heaven, a territory soaked in corruption—Rotting Abyss.
Feng Yi sat in the main seat, his gaze sweeping over the solemnly standing Golden Immortal Elders and Shen Fei below, and spoke: "Huang Jun's origin is injured, the Abyssal Will is unstable, this is a once-in-thousand-years opportunity! Rotting Abyss, the weakest link among the Seven Great Abysses, has already reached halfway in its progression.
Now we can attempt to accomplish it in one coup!"
"If Huang Jun dares to come, we might even attempt to slay Huang Jun in one fell swoop!"
He pointed a finger at the star map, and the twisted, viscous abyssal projection of Rotting Abyss suddenly enlarged, with countless writhing corrupted continents and roiling pus seas, making one feel nauseous.
