850 Cry of Misery

After that silver star crashed upon the seal of that once dazzling seal, without regard for time and distance…

"Alright!"

"Is it broken?!"

"It is!"

"Beautiful!"

"Well done!"

"Still, the battle is not over—it's not the time to celebrate!"

At the bowels of the Abyss where the six deities stood guard over the seven rings seal, they quickly cleared the delight from their faces after their brief exchange, instead staying vigilant and watching the depths of Darkest Abyss. They were aware that the struggle before was a mere price paid in the name of securing victory, and now, the true battle to claim triumph has begun.

There was a faint rumbling.

Overlooking the endless distance to the final edge of the Nether River, the gods could see behind the traps of countless Final Celestial Forms: there were layers of a massive flow of matter and turbulence that surged ahead at the true core region of the Rebirth Seal.