"You've probably slept for about five hundred years, give or take some. I'm not very sensitive to time, so please forgive me."
The voice of the World Mushroom was as dull as ever; five hundred years were hardly more than a nap to him.
"Five hundred years... that's really long. If I stayed in that perfect world any longer, my soul might have been exhausted within this year."
Richard stood up, the mycelium in front of him parted, revealing a path leading to the outside world.
Entering the Secret Realm, Richard stretched his body. But as soon as he moved, he sensed that something was off about his body.
He waved his left hand, and a dark red power of the Abyss burst forth from his fingertips.
"The power of the Abyss, have I been corrupted?"
Richard was startled, and the last scene of the Divine Ascension war flashed through his mind. At the final moment of the Abyss Demon's life, it chose to self-destruct in a bid to take him down with it.
