Deep within the Nine Lands Nether Palace of the Yellow Springs Netherworld.
This place was devoid of light, save for an ancient, unadorned everlasting lamp. Its profound, dark-green flame burned silently, emitting a cold and constant halo that barely illuminated a radius of several tens of feet.
Beyond this halo lay absolute darkness that devoured all, accompanied by a deathly still nether aura as heavy and condensed as eternal Profound Ice.
Beneath the lamp, a figure wearing a complex dark-purple imperial robe and a Crown leaned against a twisted throne formed from countless wailing souls. His face was shrouded in a faint nether mist. He held an Ancient Seal Scroll made of neither skin nor bone, which exuded a rich aura of time and death, and studied it closely.
This was the Nine Nether Sun-devouring True Monarch!
He was one of the True Monarchs presiding over the Yellow Springs Netherworld.
Suddenly—
"ARGH!!!"
