Yun Lintian, his gaze fixed on the imposing Gate of the Abyss, observed the fading ripples of chaotic energy with a thoughtful expression. The chilling voice that had echoed from within the gate still resonated in his mind, a stark reminder of the immense power that lay dormant within.
"Does this happen often?" he inquired, his voice carrying a hint of concern.
Dian Lun nodded, his expression grim. "It has become more frequent in recent years," he explained, his voice laced with a hint of weariness. "Many years ago, such disturbances occurred once every ten thousand years. Now, they happen almost every year."
Yun Lintian's brow furrowed, his mind grappling with the implications. The increasing frequency of these disturbances suggested that the seal on the Gate of the Abyss was weakening, the Chasm of Uncreation's power growing stronger with each passing day.
