The sky was a nauseating deep purple, without a sun, only a few massive organs floating high above.
Those organs emitted a pus-yellow glow, providing a sickly illumination to the eerie biological forest.
The most unsettling thing was the sound.
The entire forest was "breathing," emitting a deep sound akin to whale cries.
Occasionally, one could hear noises similar to digestion and the rustling of blood flowing through veins.
This was not a forest, but the innards of some gigantic creature!
In this terrifying environment, the archaeological team’s campsite appeared particularly out of place.
A few tents made of special materials surrounded a deep excavation shaft.
Various instruments emitting blue light were densely arranged around the shaft.
A dozen Wizards were working tensely, wearing heavy protective suits and masks.
Even so, a few people’s skin displayed an unhealthy grayish-white.
This was the result of long-term exposure to the Abyss’s aura.
Yet they were apparently unaware of the imminent danger.
Uther could sense it.
As a Mystic Scholar, his Perception Ability far exceeded ordinary imaginations.
In his consciousness, the river of time was fiercely surging, countless possible futures flashing before his eyes.
Most pointed to the same outcome—a bloody massacre.
Such ability required no verbal explanation, for Ron could directly experience Uther’s thought process.
The Perception range instantaneously expanded to hundreds of kilometers, capturing and analyzing every small Energy Fluctuation.
At the edge of Perception, a massive and violent awareness was rapidly approaching.
That presence... Like a planet crushing through space.
Where it passed, the organs and trees in the twisted forest shriveled and died, as though even the Abyss’s creations feared and avoided something.
"It’s here," Uther quietly muttered to himself.
The silver phantom began to emit stronger light, and the surrounding space structure stabilized accordingly.
The invisible force network instantly covered the entire area, locking this space firmly onto its current coordinates in time and space.
This prevented the enemy from launching a sudden attack through spatial jumps, while also reserving a path for possible retreat.
Rumble—
The ground began to tremble, and distant organ forests collapsed like dominoes.
A figure so massive it defied imagination rose from the depths of the forest, standing like an ancient deity under the distorted sky.
"Dragon-headed Demon" Chai Ye.
Three enormous dragon heads were arranged in a triangular formation, each several meters tall.
The left dragon head’s eyes burned with deep red flames of fury;
The central dragon head was cold and merciless, like a statue from an ancient temple;
The right dragon head bore a sickly expression of revelry, its tongue ceaselessly licking its sharp fangs.
Six wings unfurled to obscure the sky, the wing membranes densely covered with dark spots like a Starry Sky.
The most frightening was the aura of slaughter emanating from Chai Ye.
It was pure malice, condensed after countless blood battles and massacres.
Just by looking at him, one could hear the wails of millions of dying souls echoing in their ears.
"Hmm?"
Chai Ye’s central dragon head focused its gaze on Uther, somewhat surprised:
"Old man? Why are you here?"
Contrary to Ron’s expectations, Chai Ye did not immediately attack, showing instead a hint of... delight?
Right dragon head let out a deep laugh: "Perfect timing, I’m about to go mad!"
Uther summoned the power of the Void Remains, silver light began to erode the surrounding reality.
The twisted organs and trees started to take on a more normal form under this light.
Though still bizarre, they were no longer so revolting.
"Chai Ye, my subordinates are conducting important research here."
Uther’s voice was calm and firm, but Ron could sense his slight inner tension:
"If you only want to fight, I can accompany you elsewhere."
"Ha! Do you think I’m here for those ants?"
Chai Ye’s left dragon head exhaled a scorching breath, instantly warping the nearby air:
"I came just for you! Ever since our last battle in the Abyss Seventh Layer, how many years has passed? Three hundred? Five hundred?"
Saying that, all three of Chai Ye’s heads showed expressions of excitement:
"Come on! Let me see if you’ve deteriorated beyond recognition over the years!"
Before the word fell, Chai Ye had already launched an attack.
Six arms swung simultaneously, unleashing six beams of destruction of various colors:
White annihilation light, deep red boiling ray, pitch-black void devour, green corrosion toxin, transparent space blade, and a bizarre attack that even bent light.
Each attack contained the terrifying Energy capable of destroying a miniature star, and when six attacks were unleashed, their power geometrically increased.
But Uther was prepared.
Silver light flashed, Uther’s figure instantly split into seven, each evading along a different trajectory.
This is one of the Mystic Scholar’s core abilities, creating clones by manipulating their own time flow.
Each clone represented a possible action path, a precise grasp of future possibilities by the "Mystic Scholar".
Six destructive beams tore through six clones, but only struck "possibilities," causing no substantial harm.
The seventh clone—the true Uther—had already appeared beside Chai Ye’s left wing.
Silver light gathered to form substance, creating a miniature star about two meters in diameter in midair.