The sky was dark and heavy. Filthy cloud masses, like a quagmire, completely blanketed the heavens, while turbulent Chaos Energy birthed unceasing Gray Lightning within the cloud layer. Unlike thunderbolts in nature that carried the majestic might of heaven, these gray bolts contained nothing but boundless Blasphemous Filth.
The howling wind was filled with Negative Energy that greatly affected living beings. Black Mist spread like a black veil, and all things crumbled. Dense forests that had grown for countless years withered and died; even the earth, the foundation of all things, was twisted and eroded, its vitality utterly extinguished.
"Tremble before the great Lord Black Scale, you lowly ants!"
A crazed howl drifted on the wind. Nearly endless dense black fog poured from a twisted, indistinct figure, as though the world had cracked open and pollutants were being dumped in from another space. Unlike spiritual energy, the black fog brimmed with chaos and destruction, something no ordinary creature could touch.
Roar!
The near-tangible roar made heaven and earth tremble. Mountains shattered, the ground split apart, and pitch-black fissures opened like abyssal maws leading to hell. Several White Limbs covered in savage bony spikes stretched out from within. Whenever they brushed the ground, soil and stone would completely transform into strange, translucent crystals.
Countless bizarre creatures left behind from the Ancient Era slumbered beneath Tianlan Continent. Once awakened from their sleep, they would recklessly unleash their power. Most lacked clear intelligence and would only destroy anything they saw.
Most of the time, after these Ancient Creatures had vented their power to their heart's content, they would fall asleep again. This world was no longer the one they knew, and their muddled minds were incapable of planning something as grand as conquering the world.
Black Scale had come here for a simple