Chapter 393

Seventh layer of the Abyss, Wang Zuo Room.

In the space surrounded by thirteen thrones, the atmosphere was more solemn than ever before.

The air itself seemed to have been compressed into substance, and one could feel the terrifying pressure contained within every breath.

The gray vortex in the center was completely still at this moment, as if even it was shocked by the great project currently underway.

Ma Genusi's body, composed of countless black threads, was currently separating thousands of fine filaments as thin as hair.

Each thread flickered with different light, representing the different ability fragments he had accumulated over the long years.

These threads were weaving an extremely complex three-dimensional structure in the air, like some kind of artwork that transcended human understanding.

"How is the progress?"

Cha Ye asked with all three faces simultaneously, his voice carrying undisguised fatigue.

For this project, he had been burning his source power continuously for several months.

The originally violent dragon head now appeared dim and lusterless, and those iconic golden scales had also lost their proper luster.

"It's much more complex than expected."

Ma Genusi's voice came from countless threads, carrying unprecedented solemnity:

"To fuse thirteen completely different apostle essences is like forcibly making fire and ice coexist, and making order and chaos harmonize."

He paused, the mask with nine eyes full of worried emotional fluctuations:

"And we must also maintain the sanity of the carrier... This requires not only the balance of power, but also a precise understanding of the soul's essence. A slight deviation could cause the carrier to collapse in an instant."

On the fifth throne, "Daughter of Transmutation" Yi Sha Bei La, who only rushed over after knowing about this.

The same weary expression appeared on that half of her perfect face.

The silver scale armor on her body had become dim at this moment, and her originally elegant posture also appeared somewhat listless:

"The power we have invested is already equivalent to directly creating an ordinary apostle."

Her voice carried hidden unease:

"If this time is still a failure... our accumulation over these years will be completely cleared. More importantly, can we still afford the next failure?"

"It won't fail."

On the third throne, the countless eyes in the nebula body of "Invisible Mist" Na Si flickered with firm light:

"The timeline shows that the success probability this time is higher than any previous time.

Although I cannot see the specific details, the trajectory of fate is converging in the direction we expected."

He paused, his voice becoming more mysterious:

"And... some kind of external factor is affecting the energy balance of the entire Abyss. This influence might be an unexpected help for our plan."

Just then, Ma Genusi suddenly stopped his work.

Those precisely woven threads paused in the air, emitting unstable energy fluctuations:

"The warm-up for the ranking tournament is about to begin, and I need to send a clone to preside over it."

"Now?" Cha Ye's three faces frowned simultaneously, the angry face showing obvious dissatisfaction:

"Your distraction will affect the stability of the seed. This level of fusion project cannot tolerate the slightest negligence."

The greedy face also complained:

"We have already invested so much source power, and now interrupting the work..."

"Precisely because of this, I will send the most basic clone."

Ma Genusi's tone carried helplessness, but his eyes revealed a different kind of light:

"The ranking tournament is related to the power balance of the entire Abyss and cannot be absent. And..."

He paused, nine eyes turning to a specific direction simultaneously:

"I vaguely feel that the changes in the fifth layer recently are abnormal. Especially that natural chaos Nari, her energy fluctuation pattern has completely changed."

"Changed?" Yi Sha Bei La keenly captured the key information:

"What kind of change? I remember Nari's chaotic essence should be uncontrollable."

Ma Genusi's thread body contracted slightly, which was his habitual action when thinking deeply:

"This is exactly the confusing part.

According to my observation, Nari's mental state is more stable than at any time in history.

She is even capable of complex tactical thinking, which is impossible for natural chaos."

The eyes in Na Si's nebula body began to turn uneasily:

"There are also abnormalities on the timeline; the trajectory of fate surrounding Nari has become blurred, as if deliberately obscured by some powerful force."

"Could it be that she devoured some special existence?"

Cha Ye's cunning face proposed a guess:

"Or obtained some kind of Abyss treasure capable of stabilizing sanity?"

Cha Ye had wanted to swallow that so-called "treasure" Nari showed off to him earlier, so he was appropriately misleading other supreme apostles at this time.

"Unlikely." Ma Genusi shook his head:

"I have perception of almost every important item in the Abyss, and there is no known treasure capable of so thoroughly changing the essence of natural chaos."

Just as the apostles were thinking, a subtle fluctuation suddenly came from the space.

That was information transmission from deeper layers of the Abyss, carrying a kind of pressure that made all apostles feel uneasy.

The nine eyes on Ma Genusi's mask contracted simultaneously:

"It is the will fluctuation of 'It'... It seems our project has attracted the attention of deeper existences."

All apostles fell into silence.

They all knew clearly that once that existence truly woke up, even the supreme apostles would become precarious.

"We must speed up the progress." Ma Genusi started manipulating the threads again:

"In any case, the seed must be completed in the next cycle. As for the abnormality in the fifth layer... let the warm-up tournament reveal the truth."

………………

In a twisted space in the Abyss, the boundary of reality rippled like water.

This was the private domain of "Rift Demon" Kan Pu Si — a strange meeting hall pieced together from fragmented space segments.

Kan Pu Si's figure emerged from a space crack, his form extremely strange:

Different parts of his body existed in different layers; his left arm was here, while his right leg was in another segment three meters away.

Whenever he moved, the parts of his body would reorganize, giving a feeling of being fragmented yet strangely coordinated.

"Welcome, colleagues."

Kan Pu Si's multi-layered voice echoed in the space, coming from more than a dozen different dimensions simultaneously, forming an echo:

"I gathered everyone today to discuss the recent abnormal changes in the fifth layer."

Shadows began to squirm, as if some living thing was slowly waking up in the darkness.

"Silent Saint" De Lai Er emerged from the darkness, his appearance causing the temperature of the entire space to drop by several degrees.

De Lai Er's body was like an ancient church that had been hollowed out.

Through his chest, one could see countless souls drifting inside.

They were once devout clergy, but now they had become eternal prisoners.

"The fifth layer has indeed become... very interesting."

De Lai Er's voice was like an echo from the depths of the underworld, each syllable accompanied by the wailing of souls:

"My spies brought back puzzling intelligence; those familiar laws are no longer applicable now."

Two green ghost fires burned in his eye sockets, staring at every existence present:

"Especially the changes in Nari's territory, which exceeded everyone's expectations."

"Weathering Erosion" Ke Luo also slowly appeared.

He looked like a stone statue that had experienced ten thousand years of wind and frost, his body surface covered with deep cracks left by the passage of time.