Reborn with Infinity Skill Points, I Enslaved All Universes Chapter 382 -382-Encountering Mist Again

After a brief mont of thought, Daniel slowly raised his palm and gently pressed it against the surface of the gray fog.

Almost instantly, a prompt about corruption flashed before his eyes.

Indeed, Daniel’s body had already been tainted by this layer of gray mist.

Yet even so, he still could not truly touch the material form of the door standing before him. That ant he could not open it at all.

Just as Daniel was preparing to use the Infinity Gauntlet to forcibly pry open this door, a sudden gleam flickered within his mind. At the sa ti, he involuntarily recalled the words written on that letter:

"Let open my own room."

After pondering briefly, Daniel decisively activated the Gift of the Veiled Goddess.

His outer appearance began to shift, his aura reshaped until he resembled Mist.

At present, he could only barely replicate Mist’s aura—his true strength still fell short of hers by at least one-tenth. But... Mist’s very existence was built upon concealnt.

Her real strength had never been about raw combat power. Her true terror lay in her ability to cloak her presence, to erase herself from all perception, to move unseen even among gods.

Daniel even suspected that once Mist had ascended to the god rank, with her mastery she could easily shroud the entire Origin Land itself, hiding it from the gaze of all beings so thoroughly that no one would ever find it.

He rubbed at his temples, forcing himself to abandon such distracting speculation.

Straightening his back, Daniel stepped forward and entered Mist’s room.

Yet at the very instant his hand pushed open the door, a foul and corrupted aura surged forth—from deep within the abyss itself.

Daniel advanced another step, and suddenly it felt as though he had crossed into a completely different dinsion.

No... more precisely, it could not be called another dinsion.

This place was intimately familiar to him.

It was the abyss—yet at the sa ti, it was not the abyss.

The difference was vast, as though it was both the sa and completely different.

The scene stretched before him as a boundless plain, endless in every direction. Beneath his feet was sothing that felt like solid ground.

But this was an impossibility. By its very nature, the abyss could never have sothing as ordinary as a grounded surface.

It was then that a crisp voice rang in his ears:

"Crossbridge, you’ve finally arrived."

Without hesitation, Daniel dispelled the Gift of the Veiled Goddess.

The next mont, standing before his eyes was a delicate young girl with refined features.

Yes—it was her. The one who had always lingered silently in the background, who remained nearly invisible even within the ancient castle: Mist.

Though she was an old acquaintance, Daniel’s wariness did not waver.

He imdiately prepared Ti Stream, ready to unleash the skill at any instant.

After all, fifteen thousand years had passed. To believe that Mist had remained unchanged would be utter folly.

Back then she had only been at the demigod rank. Now, she stood as a true god.

Even Aurelia had turned against him. A span of ten thousand years was far too long, enough for countless loyalties to shift, enough for everything to be overturned.

To trust blindly would be recklessness.

What made it even more dangerous was that Mist was now god-rank—and there was always the looming possibility of interference from the Hidden Gods.

No matter what, Daniel had to treat this encounter with utmost caution.

Yet based on the godly tokens he had obtained earlier, he still suspected that Mist was more likely aligned with his side.

Mist, for her part, clearly sensed the guarded hostility radiating from him.

But she said nothing to counter it. Instead, she smiled gently.

"Crossbridge, do you really find so terrifying?"

"Actually... at this mont, I have no divine power at all. You could treat entirely as an ordinary person."

Daniel gave no reply. His gaze remained locked on Mist.

Her presence was no more than a projection, not her true self. But even so, he refused to relax.

Staying constantly vigilant was the only way to minimize risk.

And more importantly—he had already encountered Luna.

That ant the talisman of fate determinism he once relied upon as a shield was no longer valid.

Daniel’s nature was to tread carefully. In such circumstances, extre caution was his best weapon.

Still, the situation demanded at least a little probing.

After a mont of silence, Daniel spoke first:

"This place... what exactly is it?"

Mist smiled faintly, a touch of girlish shyness in her expression.

"Just as you’ve already guessed, this is the very bottom of the abyss."

"The... bottom of the abyss?"

Daniel froze for a second. Her words defied common sense.

"Does the abyss even have a bottom?"

Mist chuckled softly, then shook her head.

"The abyss has no true bottom. It is infinite depth in the purest sense. Any matter that enters the abyss follows its internal laws, extending downward endlessly.

Not only matter—light, elents, all forms of energy must obey the sa rules here.

That is why even light can never touch the deepest depths of the abyss. Viewed through the lens of rules, perhaps it becos easier for you to understand.

And of course, because of these rules, even He cannot co here."

Her aning was already more than clear.

From what she described, Daniel even began to suspect that the abyss itself might have been her creation.

He decided not to mince words.

"So what exactly is your relationship with the abyss?"

Mist’s lips curved into a sweet smile.

"As expected, nothing can be hidden from you.

The truth is... the abyss was laid down by , here within the Origin Land."

anwhile, far away—

Winterhold Castle.

The forr Human Emperor, Odin, was at this very mont preparing to enter the Tower of the Void God and receive the divine mantle of demigod.

But just then, Daniel’s figure suddenly appeared before him.

"You have no need to use the Tower of the Void God."

No sooner had he spoken than Daniel’s body blurred. In the blink of an eye, he had whisked Odin away from the castle and into a barren wilderness.

Odin’s eyes scanned the desolate surroundings in bewildernt.

"Daniel, this place is..."

But his words abruptly died on his lips.

Through his mind power, he suddenly realized he stood within an ancient inheritance ground.

A sacred place.

The Domain of Balance—the very inheritance site of the Balance God.

Daniel stood quietly at his side, speaking in a calm voice:

"Odin, you’ve truly worked hard these past days.

This is your rightful reward. Do not hesitate, and don’t think of repaying ."