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Chapter 388 - 202: With a Scorching Spear, Pierce the Deepest Depths of Hell (Double-Length)

This is, what’s known as the "World Exterior".

But at this moment.

The unbreakable rules of several eras have been shaken.

The Sacred Spear that anchors the world, the Anchor of Storms connecting the world interior and exterior, the Tower at the End of the World.

When the anchor is lifted, even the laws of the plane itself can be broken through.

Crack——

Crack.

Amid the crystal walls of space, those crystalline cracks become more prominent.

Then, in a certain moment, they shatter completely.

Transforming into——a vortex that devours everything.

The vortex is endlessly pitch-black, infinitely profound.

Like a black hole, it devours light and seems to connect to another deep and mysterious foreign space.

That is, contrary to the "World Exterior" connecting the Main Material Plane and the Astral Realm, the space beneath the foundation of the Main Material Plane.

If it were to be named, then describing it as "World Interior" might be more appropriate.

It is a realm since ancient times, opened since the Era of Chaos in the First Era——

A territory never recorded, nor ever explored by the intelligent life on the Western Continent.

A world that exists only in the speculations and conjectures of Fabled Creatures.

At this moment, it has appeared in the human world for the first time.

And Shiayar, pierced through the chest by the Sacred Spear, quietly watches the pitch-black, deep vortex before him.

"World Interior, or as described by those of Fabled Species——the ’Inner Sea of Stars’?"

"However, more than these names, I still prefer its other name——"

"Abyss."

Shiayar couldn’t help but smile a little.

He was previously a bit curious about why, after the Second Era, the Abyss with widespread fame had no presence in the First Era, even though Shiayar tried endlessly to inquire but found no trace.

Thinking about it now, it feels a bit like a boomerang.

Because, on the Western Continent, the one who opened the door to the Abyss was himself.

"You don’t want my body, do you."

"If you want it, you can have it all."

"If, you believe your capacity, your will, can surpass mine."

"The winner can claim everything from the loser, while the defeated loses everything."

"From this moment, this is a fair game, a just gamble."

He whispered softly to the towering Elf King shadow in the Spiritual World.

"However, before that, before a victor emerges from this game and gamble where everything is at stake"

"Please join me"

"Be pierced by the scorching spear——"

"Into the deepest parts of the Abyss and Hell."

The Sacred Spear shines once more.

Sinking straight into the crystalline cracks, into that vortex akin to a black hole.

Detaching the remnant of the World Tree Shard World, along with the entire Lost Island and the Elven Royal Court upon it, with Shiayar, from the Main Material Plane.

Then, piercing into the realm beneath the foundation, into a darker, more profound domain.

Boom——

The Sacred Spear descends, embedding straight into a desolate crimson land.

This is the World Interior, devoid of civilization’s spark, and without the constraints of order.

Only the most ancient mysteries of the world’s creation linger in this domain.

Here, it is named the "Abyss."

The light on the Sacred Spear dissipates.

Within the world of the Abyss, a magnificent spectacle unfolds.

A gigantic Sacred Spear, spanning from earth to sky, pierces through an entire island, describable as a Royal Court, into the earth.

And at the end of the Sacred Spear, at the island’s heart, at the center of the Royal Court.

A black-haired, black-eyed youth is impaled on a massive metal wall by the Sacred Spear.

Like the saint in mythical tales, pierced by the Spear of Longinus on the cross.

But Shiayar only looks at the phantom in the Spiritual World, speaking softly.

"Then, let the game begin."