[Unknown World.]
Deep in the mountains, filled with nothing but endless darkness. The air itself was thick, suffocating, saturated with a primordial corrupted energy that would instantly hollow out a lower-realm cultivator. Figures, shrouded in darkness slowly rose from the ground, their forms shifting like liquid obsidian, moving their heads to the hill standing before them, their red gazes fixed on the figure sitting on the throne, with red unknown energy moving around him like living creatures.
He was the absolute apex of this forsaken dimension. The red energy wasn't just magic; it was concentrated malice, bending to his will. He slowly opened his golden eyes, the piercing light momentarily banishing the shadows, staring at the sea of dark figures before him:
