Chapter 179: Abyss

Hum!

On this land, two types of sounds and powers were canceling each other out, directly causing the residual sound waves of the collision to surge in all directions.

Medici and the other two, affected by the sound waves, all trembled, nearly losing control!

"It's you!" Fabuti let out a sharp roar, malice blatant and undisguised.

"No! You are already dead!" Soon, Fabuti realized something and whispered with an evil laugh.

What was referred to here was naturally the Ancient Sun God; that Ancient Sun God who had once nearly beaten Him to death with a single "Purification" had already fallen, and what remained were only remains.

Ssh!

A Shadow Curtain was pulled open, and one could vaguely see a giant cross inside, and the figure sitting beneath that cross.

"You cannot come out." Sasriel looked at Fabuti.

Fabuti's "task is very heavy"; it is an important link in the layout the Ancient Sun God made back then, and once it is breached, it could trigger a chain reaction.

"The you of now is no longer the you of back then!" The flames in Fabuti's eyes danced wildly, and the Space behind it seemed to be falling and rotting, and one could see a giant gap at the other end.

It was like a hole in the ocean, in the world, carrying all the Filth and Corruption.

That is the Abyss!

In that true Abyss, a pair of terrifying eyes were flickering, locking gazes with Sasriel beneath the cross.

"You want to stop me?" The power of the demon was impacting the Seal laid down by the Ancient Sun God back then, wanting to completely break free from the shackles of over two thousand years.

"Look at this world, and you still want to stop me?!" There was always a power to bewitch hearts in the demon's babble; if not for the protection of the Shadow Curtain, even a King of Angels would lose control and be dominated by desire.

"You cannot come out!" Sasriel walked from beneath the cross and repeated this sentence again.

Salinger is a problem, the Blood Clan is a problem, Source Quality is a problem, and even the other True Gods all have their own agendas; this is this world.

Even with external conflicts, internal strife remains extremely intense.

But no matter what, Fabuti cannot come out; it must "guard" the Abyss.

If Fabuti escapes the Abyss, the Ancient Sun God's Seal will collapse, and that Abyss will directly become the weakest point on the Original Barrier.

The worst situation resulting from this is that the Outer Gods concentrate their attacks on this point, leading to the early arrival of the Doomsday.

Such a thing cannot be allowed to happen.

"You!" Fabuti let out a terrifying roar, crazily impacting the Seal.

It found an excellent opportunity and reached a tacit understanding with the "Mother Tree of Desire," even actively helping Her erode this world in exchange for a chance to escape itself.

This was no less than drinking poison to quench thirst, but there was still some hope after all.

But clearly, Sasriel did not want to let It go, wanting to make It block the Abyss firmly and resist the "Mother Tree of Desire."

"Roar!" Ignoring Fabuti's roar, Sasriel manifested His true form, directly pulling over a thick layer of shadow to wrap up all the sources of Corruption, and descended directly into the Abyss.

"Go back, the Second Empire War is about to begin." Sasriel's voice appeared in the minds of Medici and the other Angels, issuing a Divine Oracle.

He knew that the moment He stepped out of God's Kingdom, all the True Gods had sensed it and begun their respective actions.

He needed to suppress the Abyss, so the Solomon Empire would have one less True God, and with Dream now having entered the Underworld and being unable to be tracked, the Solomon Empire had reached its most dangerous moment.

"Yes!" Ouroboros and Medici looked at each other and nodded in response.

"Don't think about hiding; we solved a big problem for you, so you have to repay us!" Medici dragged the thousand-year-old house Torzina along.

"..." The mummy did not resist.

On an endless ocean, Sasriel descended; a shadow cross as tall as the sky appeared in the air and pressed down fiercely, its target being that deep black and crimson Abyss.

"Roar!"

Fabuti mobilized the power of the entire Abyss, and this ocean stirred up terrifying waves.

Being inside the Seal and knowing It was no match for Sasriel, Fabuti directly invoked the power of the "Mother Tree of Desire"!

That high-level Corruption formed a phantom Starry Sky above the Abyss, with a brilliant star shining brightly, scattering pink starlight.

Under the resistance of this power, the speed at which the giant cross descended was slowed.

The Abyss gained an opportunity.

Fabuti's huge, terrifying face pressed against the Seal left by the Ancient Sun God, constantly squeezing upward, pushing up the Seal composed of golden stripes.

The Third Epoch was when this Seal was at its strongest, but after the Creator died, this Seal was clearly weakened.

And by the Fourth Epoch, as the "Mother Tree of Desire's" erosion of the Abyss intensified, the Seal could already allow Fabuti to let power leak out.

Now, Fabuti was determined to break through this Seal at all costs and escape the Abyss.

"Suppress!"

Sasriel's expression suddenly turned grave; the power of the "Mother Tree of Desire" was truly troublesome.

"Use it."

An indifferent voice rang in Sasriel's heart, and a simple, unadorned slate, faintly shimmering with the aura of chaos, fell from the Spirit World.

"Blasphemy Slate," and it was the second one; its owner is Adam!

Sasriel looked back, and Adam looked at Him calmly.

The strife between them was their own business, and maintaining the arrangements they once made was also their consensus.

For this, Adam lent out the key to fusion, the "Blasphemy Slate."

Other matters are put aside for now; the Doomsday cannot arrive early.

"Good." Sasriel took the "Blasphemy Slate" into His hand.

This slate, condensed from the remains of the Creator, naturally had extremely special effects.

Sasriel looked at the Seal composed of countless golden stripes and tapped it lightly, using the "Blasphemy Slate" to mobilize the power left behind by the Creator.

Ssh!

It was as if a Sun had pressed down onto the ocean; the golden stripes that made up the Seal instantly formed a "Sun."

From that "Blasphemy Slate," it seemed to reflect a light and shadow that reached from heaven to earth; this was that invincible Creator from the Third Epoch!

"Impossible!" Fabuti roared, madly charging at the Sun formed by the Seal.

Even that illusory Starry Sky shrouding the entire Abyss, with its brilliant stars, showed signs of retreating after sensing that figure of light.

"Let there be light!"

Sasriel held the Blasphemy Slate, shouting this sentence in a sacred and solemn manner.

At this moment, the "Blasphemy Slate" erupted with unimaginable radiance, and that figure of light reaching from the heavens to the earth solidified in an instant, as if the Creator of the Third Epoch had been resurrected, looking down upon the Abyss.

Boom!

That Sun formed by the Seal surged violently, its light and heat purifying all Filth, forcing that Starry Sky back into the depths of the Abyss.

At the same time, that Shadow cross also pressed down fiercely, pinning down the head Fabuti was using to strike the Seal.

"Seal!"

Sasriel spoke again, and that Sun transformed back into a Seal, wrapping the entire Abyss within it.