Yu Hong was very clear in his mind—if it weren’t for the Black Seal strengthening his essence rank once again, he might have been trapped here, fallen into eternal slumber, never able to leave.
And this place, this very layer, was why he named it the Eternal Sleep Zone.
It was even deeper than the Forgotten Zone.
Rising to his feet, Yu Hong turned back to gaze toward where he had come from.
Countless dark golden pupils beneath his outer shell slightly contracted.
Instantly, he saw the various desolation calamities that had already completely consumed the Forgotten Zone behind him.
Wind calamities, frost calamities, shadow calamities—the origin disasters were beginning to merge and mix together within the Forgotten Zone.
Now, they were transforming into a kind of multicolored mysterious fluid, like pixelated blocks.
This fluid had already completely submerged the Source Stone Tablets crafted by the Revered Wuji.
It corroded, crushed, and shattered them into the same multicolored pixel-like flowing fluid.
“It’s almost like the origin disasters are the primordial particles of the Source itself,” Yu Hong inhaled deeply, withdrawing his gaze.
Turning his head, he looked forward and to the other directions.
Then suddenly, he faintly saw something glittering dead ahead.