Chapter 925: Freezing Space

A dark crimson light shot through the starry skies, only for the Illusory Void Realm to lock onto it from afar.

The crimson light became frozen the instant it entered the Illusory Void Realm's range. The Illusory Void Realm had sealed both the crimson lightning and radiant sigils weaving within it.

That frozen streak of crimson light then appeared within the Illusory Void Realm.

Pang Lin's lips curved into a faint smile. "You can't run."

The crimson light in the mirror-like artifact contracted, solidifying into the silhouette of Ling Yun. He turned toward Tian Yu to plead for help, but before a single word could leave his lips, he exploded.

A shower of crimson streaks flashed across the Illusory Void Realm, only to disintegrate into nothingness moments later.

The many manifestations and imprints of the ancient God of Life, Ling Yun, had all been obliterated. None escaped the grasp of the Illusory Void Realm.

"Freeze," Pang Lin commanded softly.

High above, in the suspended Illusory Void Realm, images of fleeing Outer Gods appeared. Each Outer God was frozen like grasshoppers in amber. The Fey Gods hunting them, on the other hand, were completely unaffected.

The Fey Gods soon slaughtered all the Outer Gods in the Bewildering Dustlands, with the sole exception of Ling Xuan, who had comprehended the essence of time.

"I didn't expect you to be able to use my race's divine artifact so well," Tian Yu remarked, seemingly unmoved.

The Sovereign of Space had not intervened in the massacre at all, not even when a member of his race—Zi Wu—was systematically executed before him.

Freezing and locking an entire region of space, along with the living beings within it, was another of the Illusory Void Realm's abilities.

This display showed that Pang Lin's mastery of the divine artifact had reached a level of near-perfection.

Tian Yu racked his brains, searching for a way to deal with Pang Lin and reclaim the Illusory Void Realm.

"I'm surprised you just allowed them to die," said Pang Lin.

Tian Yu let out a cold snort. "Zi Wu isn't the only member of the Void Race. Sacrificing one to reclaim our race's supreme divine artifact is a price I'm willing to accept."

In the fractured starry region behind him, countless Void Singularities emerged, each connected to his Shattered Void.

The region encompassed by the Shattered Void became flooded with streaks of light. These lights twisted the flow of energy and reshaped it into a world beyond natural order.

The fabric of space cracked into endless fragments, releasing a torrent of chaotic spatial energy.

Despite the oppressive pressure of the Illusory Void Realm attempting to restore the fractured starry region, Tian Yu mustered his strength to forcibly crack the fabric of space further, rendering it beyond repair.

The Void Singularities and the streaks of light all shot toward Pang Lin.

Vast starry expanses could be seen in the depths of each Void Singularity, with shimmering starlight alongside a radiant sun and bright moon.

"In the years you were in the bizarre mist, I came to comprehend other mysteries of space, such as this one before you now: the Chaos Void." Tian Yu's gaze shifted from Pang Lin to one of the Void Singularities. "Are you familiar with the starry region inside that one?"

Pang Lin narrowed her eyes. Within that Void Singularity was a sun, a moon, scattered stars, and a magnificent palace bathed in endless radiance.

As she stared at that starry region, the palace grew rapidly, as if preparing to stretch out through the Void Singularity.

"The starry region above the bizarre mist!" the True Gods cried out in shock.

The shifting space caused by the Illusory Void Realm had drawn them closer to Pang Lin and Tian Yu.

They were all intimately familiar with the starry region in that Void Singularity. After all, they had seen it every night while in the Abyss.

"The Hall of Gods!" exclaimed the Fey Gods, having returned to Pang Lin's side after completing their slaughter.

Shock filled their monstrous eyes.

That ancient palace was no mere artifact. It was a supreme weapon of devastating power that the Sovereigns could wield.

Even the Fey Gods of ages past had left their mark within the Hall of Gods. It was only after their Divine Saint perished in the bizarre mist that the Fey Gods severed all ties with it. They had even been branded Heretical Gods for a time because of it.

During their time in the Hall of Gods, they had come to understand its workings, even marching under its banner in campaigns against other races.

Despite their departure, the Fey Gods still harbored a deep wariness toward this divine construct. If the Hall of Gods truly descended upon this starry region through the Void Singularity, it could force their newly revived Divine Saint into silence once more.

***

Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul in the barrier of the Abyss frowned.

That Hall of Gods he had been vigilantly guarding against was visibly shrinking. A Void Singularity had also appeared, clearly intending to transport the Hall of Gods through it.

His Immortal Divine Soul and physical body had maintained their connection, allowing him to remain aware of the battle unfolding in the Bewildering Dustlands. Thus, he not only recognized the Void Singularity but also knew what its appearance meant.

Concern stirred in his heart.

This is bad.

If the Hall of Gods descended upon that starry region with Fu Ya and Luo Hongyan inside, Pang Lin would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage.

What can I do?

Pang Jian was overwhelmed with anxiety. For the first time in a while, he could not help but feel that his cultivation realm was still too low.

All he could do in the face of Sovereign-level battles was remain hidden in the Abyss or observe from the sidelines.

He was not qualified to take part.

***

Deep within the Nether Abyss, Long Di also watched the happenings above from beneath the barrier and had also seen the movement of the Hall of Gods.

While he did not know the details, he was well aware that the Hall of Gods was under Fu Ya's control.

Fu Ya had long sought to enter the Nether Abyss, coveting the Soulstream that once elevated the Nether Race to greatness.

Thus, when the Hall of Gods moved, Long Di assumed it had shifted its focus, preparing to abandon the Abyss and turn its assault on the Nether Abyss instead.

Will the Hall of Gods descend upon the Nether Abyss? The Nether Race will be wiped out if the barrier or the boundary walls shatter. The Soulstream below may not survive either.

After some hesitation, Long Di sank toward the deepest levels of the Nether Abyss, intending to use a secret technique to commune with the Soulstream and seek its guidance.

***

Meanwhile, in the Seventh World of the Abyss, the remains of the Black Empyrean Phoenix quietly opened its cold, obsidian eyes.

"The Hall of Gods."

A detached voice echoed through the absolute darkness, and the Black Empyrean Phoenix's wings stirred once more.