On that day, a major event occurred in the Abyss. The palace of the Abyss Demon Lord suddenly sank into the Abyssal Sea, and the Demon Lord's steed, known as the Sea Serpent of Destruction, also disappeared at the same time. And of course, the most significant thing was the disappearance of the Demon Lord's aura from the Abyss, plunging the entire Abyss into a strange state.
The powerful demon kings began frantically searching for traces of the Demon Lord, but even after searching the Abyssal Sea thoroughly, they found nothing. In the end, they came to a conclusion that the Demon Lord had either disappeared or died!
These demon kings were not up to anything good; searching for the Demon Lord was just a way for them to prove something. After the fruitless search, the demon kings quickly resorted to waging wars to claim territories.
Initially, it was just some minor skirmishes, mainly because the early demon kings who emerged were of average strength. Clearly, they were merely pawns thrown out by the stronger ones to test the waters. Once it was confirmed that the Demon Lord had indeed disappeared, powerful demon kings began to emerge, establishing their dominion.
And thus, the chaotic era of the Abyss began...
Bexia submerged his palace in the deepest part of the Abyssal Sea, right at the bottom of the Abyss. Only he and Sea Serpent, along with the already deceased God of Endings, could access this place. No one else could discover it.
Leaving his physical body behind, Bexia infused his will into the remaining pages of the Book of Time. Then, one day, the original Book of Time summoned a fragment containing Bexia's will, propelling it into the river of time, symbolizing the ultimate in spacetime.
The river of time truly felt like a rushing river to Bexia, as if he had transformed into a drifting bottle, constantly being swayed by the rolling currents, flowing downstream towards the time and space he belonged to.
"I wonder what lies beyond this river of time?" Bexia suddenly wondered. His curiosity towards everything beyond the river of time gradually grew stronger.
"Let's try!" Bexia maneuvered the fragment of the Book of Time with the remaining power of time. Trying to break through, he encountered an unnamed resistance barrier, but that only made him even more excited.
"It seems like I can really break through!" Bexia increased his power output, quickly breaking through that film-like barrier. His gaze fell upon everything beyond the river of time, where besides white, there was nothing else in his field of vision.
"Huh?!" Suddenly, Bexia's eyes widened. Not far from him, at the riverbank of the river of time, a fisherman wearing a straw hat sat there as if he sensed Bexia's gaze, he turned around and looked at him, then cast his rod, and the next moment, Bexia found himself next to the fisherman.
"Oh! You actually have received the blessing of the Book of Time!" The middle-aged man with the straw hat looked at Bexia with interest.
"Elder!" Bexia hurriedly spoke, showing great respect. Even if he were a supreme deity, he had never seen any being able to jump out of the river of time, unless the other party was a supreme deity who mastered the power of time and space, or someone who transcended ordinary supreme deities, possessing the power of two thousand laws.
Both of the above were entities that Bexia could not underestimate!
Moreover, Bexia had experienced several epochs, never encountering such a being in the universe, so the other party was certainly a more ancient existence, at least predating the Primordial Epoch.
"You are quite lucky to encounter one of the Three Miracles, the Book of Time!" The middle-aged man with the straw hat said with a smile, once again casting his fishing line into the river of time.
"The Three Miracles?!"
"Yes! The Three Miracles are the Book of Time, the Chaos Grinding Disc, and the Pen of Fate. However, these two are invisible and elusive compared to the Book of Time. I have only glimpsed them accidentally, but it was still a sight to behold!" The middle-aged man said calmly.
"I wonder about the name of the Elder?"
"I've forgotten about my name, anyway, this is just one of my incarnations, you can just call me Nameless!" The middle-aged man laughed, and suddenly felt a pull on the fishing rod.
"You are really lucky, as soon as I arrived, I caught something!" Nameless gave the fishing rod a strong tug, pulling a black shadow out of the river of time effortlessly.
"This is your luck, it has nothing to do with the kid!" Bexia looked at the silver scroll in Nameless's hand. Anything that could withstand the power of time and space in the river of time was undoubtedly a treasure, or else it wouldn't endure the force of time.
"Hehe! This is your luck. I wasn't expecting to catch anything here!" Nameless casually handed the rolled-up scroll to Bexia, saying, "It's just a basic Soul Cultivation Method, consider it a gift!"
"Thank you, Elder!" Bexia did not show any pretense, taking a look at the text on the scroll, unfamiliar to him. But with just one glance, the scroll turned into a beam of light that entered his body.
"Three Thousand Illusionary Divine Arts!"
Self-severing of the soul, dividing into three thousand, each with its own method. The fusion of a thousand to create one, infinite in unity...
"Thank you, Elder!" Bexia quickly expressed his gratitude.
"You don't need to thank me. You should thank the founder of this technique. If you can complete the last step he left unfinished, that would be the best way to repay him!"
"I wonder who this Elder is?" The existence that could create such a martial art definitely surpassed the supreme deity.
"He is someone called Hongjun..."
Nameless's voice gradually faded away, as if it came from a distant heavenly realm, while Bexia found himself back in the river of time, while Nameless on the bank slowly pulled his fishing rod against the flow...
