The grayish-white vault of heaven had vanished, replaced by an enormous thing beyond the power of words to describe. Though it was only a phantom, an ordinary person would suffer a mental collapse from a single glance.
It possessed no rational structure whatsoever. Twisted, grotesque masses of flesh intertwined with enormous tentacles, while crimson light drifted through the surging black mist like the pupils of a chaotic, evil beast.
All manner of bizarre, nightmare-like scenes continuously emerged, even becoming reality. The monsters born from those nightmares would turn back into chaotic black mist in the blink of an eye, repeating in an endless cycle that never ceased.
Luo Chuan blinked.
The scene that had once been clearly visible became incomparably illusory, nothing more than an almost transparent phantom that could nearly be ignored.
He let out a soft breath.
The mark left behind by the Lord of Black Mist in his hand was faintly heating up, seemingly an instinctive reaction to sensing the power of another god.
Honestly, in Luo Chuan's opinion, the Lord of Black Mist looked far better than the Lord of the End before him.
Hmm...
Was it a little inappropriate to be worrying about appearances at a time like this?
But then again, this place was actually connected to the Lord of the End. Could this be the "domain" Soul Lock had mentioned before?
Luo Chuan thought about it seriously and rejected the guess.
It should not be like that.
The Shadow Realm might have some kind of connection to the domain. What happened there was probably merely being presented here in the form of a projection.
But what had happened in the domain?
Still, the Lord of the End's appearance really was not very friendly. Why did It have to look like that?
...Fine, no