Apart from the necessary protection, all power surged towards the pitch-black sphere above, to generate more dark tendrils.

The dark tendrils, once generated, all reached towards the Abyssal Homeland, and just as before, easily merged into the Purgatory Main Continent and the Netherworld Main Continent, so seamlessly as if nothing happened.

The most critical moment has arrived!

Although there were no other changes in the field, the atmosphere had solidified to its peak, as if the next breath could shatter the world.

Ivan methodically took action while cautiously watching the changes on the opposite side, especially the three undeniable presences, prepared to respond at any moment.

Given the situation, the other side naturally couldn’t remain completely unresponsive.

"Hey! All the obstacles cleared beforehand were for nothing; are you guys going to keep watching like a joke?"

"Who dares to laugh at us, let them step forward and try it; this Prison Lord welcomes them!"

"Cholera Prison Master, are you really not going to take action?"

"Don’t incite me."

"Master of Blood Prison, what about you?"

"I’m not foolish; don’t forget the lesson from the Netherworld Phoenix three thousand years ago. The supreme one at the top just ignores worldly affairs, not that they’re gone. Who dares act rashly at this moment?

Yet you, Nine Abyss Nether Ancestor, who never showed interest in this matter in the past, how come you’re interested today?"

There are several Ancestors on the Abyss Plane, and today three of them are present: the Nine Abyss Nether Ancestor, Cholera Prison Master, and the Master of Blood Prison. Despite being a bit tempted, none of them took the first step against the current.

The three deeply understood that it was hard to go against the tides of fate.

Going against fate required a heavy price, as the Netherworld Phoenix, an absent ancestor, had once set a precedent, her wounds still unhealed to this day.

"There’s something peculiar." Nine Abyss Nether Ancestor chuckled lightly, seemingly having discovered something interesting.

"Is that so?"

The Master of Blood Prison, in fact, also perceived something; the actions of the Beast Emperor Ancestor seemed as if he had become a different person, and he even suspected it was the Great Heavenly Mother acting personally, thus more wary of interference.

The side Cholera Prison Master also had similar reservations.

No Ancestor made a move.

Who dared contest?

Ivan’s actions were unobstructed.

Under his intricate manipulation, the power of the ’Great Shore Devouring Technique’ spread to various regions of the Abyssal Homeland, penetrating key positions to execute the core mission.

The movements of the black tendrils were neither violent nor ’devouring’; instead, they delicately absorbed the deeply hidden toxins there.

Yes, the Secret Technique known among the various Abyssal races as the ’Great Shore Devouring Technique’ had a single function: removal and purification of chaotic poisons.

Every large plane inevitably harbors a Chaos Well, and despite the vastness of the Endless Abyss, it fundamentally operates as a Chaos Well.

The Chaos Well must function as such to maintain the normal operation of a Great Plane.

The Endless Abyss evolved from a normal Chaos Well into its current form, and since the very day of its transformation, it has been out of control.

Undeniably, the Endless Abyss is more efficient than a normal Chaos Well, capable of simultaneously absorbing more Chaotic Energy.

However, its transformation and filtration processes cannot keep pace with its efficient intake speed. Plus, by reversing its primary and secondary roles with the Primordial Realm, it compresses the normal Primordial Realm into a ’Mini Primordial Realm’, greatly diminishing the finesse of the transformation and purification functions of the Mini Primordial Realm.

Thus, everything spiraled out of control.

But it hasn’t completely gone out of control; the Mini Primordial Realm has continually checked the runaway Abyss, suppressing its operation to prevent the situation from worsening, cautiously maintaining balance.

In such an unhealthy operating mechanism, harmful substances from chaos invariably seep into the Abyss along with the energy.

Over time, the harmful substances accumulate, turning into sludge poison.

In about a millennium, the sludge poison reached an unmanageable level, prompting the Primordial Realm to birth the Devouring Beast and Beast Emperor Ancestor species, led by the Beast Emperor Ancestor in an unprecedented detoxification operation using the Secret Technique.

This is the true ~ nature of the millennial catastrophe.

The Great Shore Devouring Technique is essentially the core power of the Primordial Realm, which inherently would not harm the Abyss itself. However, the chaotic sludge poison was too severe and too intimately entwined with the Main Continent.

During detoxification, it was inevitable to involve mountains and rivers, causing landslides, collapses, and subduing rivers and seas, bringing calamity to living creatures.

The closer to the Endless Abyss, the more chaotic sludge poison accumulated, leading to the collapse at the bottom of the Purgatory and Netherworld, making it appear as if something had nibbled away at them.

Ivan understood the reasoning behind it, which gave him the confidence to lead this grand action in front of the Ancestors.

This mission was indeed a righteous endeavor.

"Boom!"

"Boom, boom."

In no time, the bottom of the Purgatory and Netherworld couldn’t hold any longer, as if losing a key backbone, cracking open violently, and the edges started collapsing, one after another, falling into the Endless Abyss.

Ivan had no recourse to this.

He had been sufficiently careful, yet some things were still unavoidable.

It’s better to endure short-term pain than prolonged suffering; the seeds sown in the past must face their consequences today, and this bitter fruit must be borne by the Abyss itself, otherwise, the balance of the plane’s operation would be disrupted, with consequences harder to bear.

Time flew, and over three months passed by.

On this day, this world-renowned action finally drew to a close.

The worries Ivan harbored did not materialize; in the end, the Ancestors of the Abyss Plane were sensible, and none dared flagrantly go against the tides, sparing him from a large-scale battle.

It was finally over!

In the end, he could not help but sigh, uncertain whether in relief or regret.

The sky full of dark tendrils returned, the pitch-black sphere floating there rapidly contracted, eventually dissipating entirely, while rings of dark light layered upon the Emperor Ancestor Beast, strikingly conspicuous.

"Don’t act rashly, be wary of being seen through, only to fall at the last moment."

This time, Ivan personally manipulated the ’Great Shore Devouring Technique’, with every detail under his control, through which he learned a lot, gaining considerable insights.

Yet, he did not get carried away by pride; he reminded the little fellows who just started relaxing to remain cautious.

The purification of the entire Abyssal Homeland was no simple task; after busying for so long, expending countless painstaking efforts, at this point, they didn’t feel as calm as they appeared.

Ivan dared not gamble on whether the Ancestors would settle scores after the task’s completion.

Especially since he was an outsider, making him an easy target for the collective; hence, the Emperor Ancestor Beast he operated showed no flaws or fatigue from start to finish.

He himself never showed up, leaving the scene secretly with Emperor Ancestor Beast in tow.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, they gradually left the Abyssal Homeland far behind.

Not until reaching the depths of the Endless Abyss did he finally allow himself to relax, giving the two a reassuring look, upon which the two little ones breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ladies and gentlemen, with the mission perfectly accomplished and the Endless Abyss about to return to peace, what plans do you have for the future?"

"Return to the homeland."

The two Emperor Ancestor Beasts replied in unison.

This did not surprise Ivan, and he did not force the little ones who had followed him into the Black Star Army: "I see, let me escort you one last time while we still have some strength left."

The two Emperor Ancestor Beasts fell silent, although somewhat reluctant at heart.

Under Ivan’s direction, the massive Emperor Ancestor Beast reduced in size to just one percent of its original size.

And then they sped away like the wind.

Suddenly, the entire Emperor Ancestor Beast paused, as if realizing something.

"True Witch Venerable, what’s up? Did those old fellows not give up and chase us?" The two little fellows realized the implication, showing discontent and a fierce gleam in their eyes.

"No."

Ivan’s expression was slightly strange: "I discovered something interesting; do you mind if I attend to some personal business?" He didn’t hide, directly revealing his discovery to the two beasts.

He was very cautious to avoid being tracked, intentionally taking a very secluded path.

Now, not far from where they were was the barrier of the Endless Abyss, and along the edge of the barrier was a swirling storm, and within the storm, a human figure struggled fiercely.

Thunderous power reigned.

But it couldn’t match the sweeping swirling storm.

No matter how the Thunder Power resonated, it couldn’t escape the storm’s binding; this figure was none other than the Great Owl Thunder Ancestor, who was immensely unlucky to run into the out-of-control Endless Abyss.

In the swirling storm, his internal power continuously drained away; lasting till now relied solely on the tenacity of his Ancestor body.

After some time, the Great Owl Thunder Ancestor was almost down to his last bit of strength.

Unexpectedly, Ivan encountered him over here; sometimes fate works in mysterious ways, even if it’s ill-fated.

Upon seeing this scene, a bold idea naturally arose in Ivan’s mind.