New Netherworld
Above the rippling sea of flowers, an inverted city, dense fog covering almost the entire firmament.
And at the very center of the sea of flowers, amidst a cloud of mist, the figure seated on the throne trembled slowly.
Beams of light suddenly lit up within the mist, intertwining with each other, forming a kaleidoscope of illusions.
As the figure on the throne trembled, the brilliance within the mist also surged out with even more dazzling light, intensely interweaving.
The most prominent color sketched within the mist was the purple light, it gleamed with dazzling brilliance, and in an instant, it was about to wrap around the throne within the mist.
But at that moment, the figure on the throne opened his eyes.
He raised his head, gazing at the encroaching purple light, streams of radiant brilliance suddenly surged from the depths of his body, full of formidable power, blocking the purple light.
