Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction.
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The soul bond sent a fractured, strained and bleeding feedback.
Victor's gaze snapped instantly toward the abyss.
He did not hesitate.
The ground shattered beneath his feet as he launched forward, crossing hundreds of meters in a single step. Wind screamed in his wake, crushed flat by the sheer density of his aura. As he reached the abyss's edge, the world seemed to recoil.
The abyss was wrong.
It was not merely deep—it was hungry.
Darkness churned far below, not passive but alive. A thick, gray-black mist rolled upward from its depths, clinging to the air, corroding stone, withering everything it touched. Even qi dispersed unnaturally within it, breaking down into inert fragments.
A place that devoured existence.
Any normal cultivator—any living being—would have been reduced to nothing the moment they descended.
Victor stepped forward anyway.
The mist surged toward him.
And died.
