Chapter 376: Nari's Secret

The seventh layer of the Abyss, the Throne 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 every breath could feel the terrifying pressure contained within.

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

Magnus's body, composed of countless black threads, was currently separating thousands of hair-thin filaments.

Each filament shimmered with different light, representing different ability fragments he had accumulated over long years.

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

"How is the progress?"

Chaye's three faces asked simultaneously, their voices carrying undisguised exhaustion.

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

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

"Much more complex than expected."

Magnus's voice came from the 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 filled with worried emotional fluctuations:

"And we must also keep the carrier's reason clear... 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, Isabella, the "Daughter of Transmutation," who had rushed over after learning about this.

A look of exhaustion also appeared on that half-perfect face.

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

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

Her voice carried hidden unease:

"If we fail this time... our accumulation over these years will be completely wiped out. More importantly, can we still afford another failure?"

"We will not fail."

On the third throne, the countless eyes within the nebula body of "Formless Mist" Nas flickered with firm light:

"The timeline shows that the probability of success 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 external factor is affecting the energy balance of the entire Abyss. This influence might be an unexpected help to our plan."

Just then, Magnus suddenly stopped his work.

The 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 host it."

"Now?" Chaye's three faces frowned simultaneously, the furious 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."

Magnus'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 toward a specific direction simultaneously:

"I vaguely feel that the recent changes on the fifth layer are abnormal. Especially that natural chaos Nari; her energy fluctuation pattern has completely changed."

"Changed?" Isabella keenly captured the key information:

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

Magnus's thread body contracted slightly; this was his habit when deep in thought:

"This is precisely the confusing part.

According to my observations, 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 within Nas's nebula 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 swallowed some special existence?"

Chaye's cunning face proposed a guess:

"Or obtained some Abyss treasure capable of stabilizing reason?"

Chaye had wanted to swallow that so-called "treasure" Nari had shown off to him earlier, so he took this opportunity to mislead the other supreme apostles.

"Unlikely." Magnus shook his head:

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

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

It was information transmission from the deeper layers of the Abyss, carrying a sense of oppression that made all apostles feel uneasy.

The nine eyes on Magnus's mask contracted simultaneously:

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

All the apostles fell into silence.

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

"We must accelerate the progress." Magnus resumed manipulating the threads:

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

………………

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

This was the private domain of "Rift Demon" Kampus—a bizarre council chamber pieced together from broken space fragments.

Kampus's figure drilled out from a space crack, his form extremely bizarre:

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

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

"Welcome, colleagues."

Kampus's multi-layered voice echoed in the space, coming from a dozen different dimensions simultaneously, forming an echo:

"I have summoned everyone today to discuss the recent abnormal changes on the fifth layer."

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

"Silent Saint" Drell emerged from the darkness; his appearance caused the temperature of the entire space to drop by several degrees.

Drell's body was like an ancient church that had been hollowed out.

Through his chest, countless souls could be seen drifting inside.

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

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

Drell's voice was like an echo from the depths of the underworld, with every syllable accompanied by the wailing of souls:

"My spies brought back puzzling intelligence; those once-familiar laws have now become inapplicable."

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

"Especially Nari's territory; the changes that occurred exceeded everyone's expectations."

"Weathering Erosion" Kro 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.