Hiss... Is this what once was the Hundred Thousand Abyss of Evil?!!!

After detaching from the flickering space passage, and being rudely blown into the boundless star realm by a wind as painful as being flayed, even the Green and Red Kings, who already knew the "fate" of the Hundred Thousand Abyss, couldn't help but gasp.

As one of the most chaotic, most violent, and largest planes in Old Soil, the original Hundred Thousand Abyss of Evil was, as its name suggests, formed by the stacking of one hundred thousand layers of small worlds inhabited by countless demons.

Similar to the Dream Abyss, the root of all dreams, the Hundred Thousand Abyss of Evil, as the origin of "evil" and "chaos," was itself the ultimate embodiment of evil and chaos, the endpoint for all that is "evil" and "disorderly."

And in this place known as the "garbage dump" of all Old Soil, there was naturally nothing beautiful... Corpses covered the plains, bones piled into mountains, worms gathered into islands, blood and flesh coagulated into swamps.

A vast number of demons, born from endless sin and feeding on sins that never cease, roared and battled endlessly from birth to death around their brutally stacked grotesque nests, like swarms of hornets covered in bone spikes.

The losers of the battles would become food, finally turning into part of the fleshy mud, while the battered victors would proudly raise their heads to roar in anger, only to become residue and dust in the next battle, mixing with previous losers, spreading the dark purple fungal carpet made of blood and flesh ever further...

But all of that is now in the past.

"Should we just leave?"

Looking at the world already shattered into countless floating fragments, like a vast cemetery of ruins with almost no sign of life, Thrush hesitantly asked:

"The root survivors here were killed by [Father] long ago, and the original Hundred Thousand Abyss is already shattered like this. Even if the Food God comes, what can he do?"

"Hold on a moment."

Gesturing to Thrush to not rush, Omnia Cicada opened his five eyes, coldly scanning the countless isolated fragments in the star realm, then frowned and said:

"Let's stay and see. There seems to be something happening here; the number of surviving demons is considerable, far more than I previously expected."

Surviving demons?

Hearing Omnia Cicada's words, Thrush and the Crimson King couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

In this unimaginably huge "cemetery," the shattered mountain fragments and the obsidian-like lava plains were scattered chaotically in the cold and sticky void, like a canvas torn and discarded by giants.

On those broken islands that collided, compressed, and shattered, there was no shadow of any living being, and after breaking free from the bondage of the earth, the sulfuric ocean, tinged with strange bloody flesh, flowed and splashed in patches in the void, emitting a strong yellowish stench of decay.

Every breath in this place was like swallowing coarse sand mixed with bloody acidic liquid, and even the rays of the blood-red sun in the distance were blocked and obscured by the sulfuric ocean, turning into lifeless pale blue glimmers.

Yet even this meager, pitiful light was sliced into pieces by countless surrounding fragments, turning into a chaotic and sickly afterglow, coating everything in sight with a layer of desolation that signifies destruction and death...

The Hundred Thousand Abyss has been destroyed to this extent; how could there be a large number of demons surviving?

"There are, my eyes would never be mistaken."

Pointing to the dark green eye at his brow, Omnia Cicada squinted his eyes and explained:

"Even the mermaid of the Deep Abyss could maintain the Deep Abyss for so many years with her residual roots after being killed by [Father], so naturally the ruler of the Hundred Thousand Abyss can do it too!"

"But wasn't the ruler of the Hundred Thousand Abyss a demon?"

Looking at the lifeless world before him, the Crimson King couldn't help but ask:

"That mermaid of the Deep Abyss did it to protect her last people, but would this demon-born ruler of the Hundred Thousand Abyss regard those fleeting demons as his people?"

The answer is certainly no; after all, if demons had such sentiments, they wouldn't be demons.

"But my eyes would not be mistaken!"

Unable to refute the Crimson King's words, Omnia Cicada had to emphasize again:

"This might not be done by the ruler of the Hundred Thousand Abyss, but I indeed sensed many demonic life presences among those floating remnants; just with one glance, I saw at least nearly ten thousand demons are still alive."

Nearly ten thousand demons just in this piece alone?

The Crimson King frowned upon hearing this, as one of the largest planes in Old Soil, the fragmented debris of the Hundred Thousand Abyss scattered in every direction must cover an area hundreds of times larger.

And if other fragments are in the same situation, the number of surviving demons in the entire Hundred Thousand Abyss would be incredibly substantial; likely numbering in the millions!

"So how did these demons survive at all?"

Looking at the world before him, better described as a cemetery settlement rather than simply "unfit for survival," the Crimson King couldn't help but ask in surprise:

"To make them survive in such an environment, at least one with the root must be in play, and even if the ruler of the Hundred Thousand Abyss has the power, he's surely reluctant to spend it on these demons; so who exactly saved them?"

"I don't know, but surely a ruler has intervened."

Omnia Cicada shook his head, then led the other two gods actively flying towards a piece of debris, speculating as they moved:

"These demons who survived the plane collision are undoubtedly elites among elites, and any ruler, except [Father], would consider them a rare wealth.

So apart from the Pureland, who are mortal enemies to the Hundred Thousand Abyss, any ruler of the planes is suspicious, and whoever meddled with this, we just need to catch a demon and ask... there's a group of demons in that cliffhead, catch them out!"

"Alright."

The Crimson King complied, pointing in the direction Omnia Cicada indicated towards a cliff steeped in the sulfuric sea.

Soon after, countless red bloody threads invisible to the naked eye emanated from the cave in the cliff, wrapping themselves around the Crimson King's fingertips.

After confirming no issues by rubbing the texture of the blood threads with his thumb, the Crimson King quickly hooked his index finger, and thousands of angels screamed as they detached from the cave, being pulled out from within the shattered cliff.

Wait! Angels?!