Five days later.
In the endless void, where eternal darkness and silence reigned, suddenly a heart-palpitating roar of hunger emanated from the depths of the void.
Three figures slowly emerged from the void.
They were three True Immortals of the Greed Race, their bodies long since transcending mortal immortal bodies, humanoid in outline yet covered in inhuman mutations. Every inch of skin seemed to be condensed from countless devoured corpses, molten laws, and dried essence blood, presenting a bizarre color mix of ashen-grey and dark-golden hues.
Around them, there was no immortal qi, only a thick, substantial demonic aura rolling and surging, black tinged with purple, purple laced with a stench. Wherever it passed, the void sizzled as it corroded, and even the wandering chaos qi was forcibly devoured.
