"Open the portal to the dimension."
Bai Yan spoke.
"Swish!"
A pitch-black gate rippling like water silently appeared in front of Bai Yan.
Although the spacious room seemed somewhat cramped, fortunately, the portal to the dimension was an insubstantial entity; it couldn't collide with any physical objects on the Main Plane.
Bai Yan stepped into the pitch-black gateway.
As he crossed the dimensional gate, his thoughts momentarily stalled—an unavoidable negative effect of interdimensional travel.
When the slight dizziness dissipated, Bai Yan found himself standing on the soil of the Abyssal Plane.
The familiar blood-red soil, the familiar murky skies, the air still filled with the pungent smell of sulfur.
"Tch, what a familiar and comfortable world."
Bai Yan let out a deep breath; his body had transformed into that of a Great Inferior Demon.
"Come out, my Demons!"
