In mid-June of Oceanic Era 1509, at Sun Moon Palace on Sun Moon Island, stood the residence built specifically for Carlos over the past few years. It covered hundreds of acres, with pavilions, towers, artificial hills, flowing water, ancient trees, and flowers in abundance. It had been constructed entirely according to Carlos's ideas, modeled after antique architecture and vastly different in style from the buildings of this world.
The Hall of Diligence within Sun Moon Palace was the palace Carlos used specifically for secluded cultivation—his private training chamber. Ever since Sun Moon Palace had been completed, he had usually trained here.
The palace was heavily guarded, and no one was permitted to enter or leave without reporting first, not even the core crewmates of the Divine Eye Pirates. Carlos sat cross-legged on a soft couch, while a lifeless grayness spread through his pitch-black eyes. The gray aura of death expanded from the outside inward, from the whites of his eyes toward the centers of his pupils.
By now, the gray had spread across his black irises, stopping only slightly short of their centers. Soon, that lifeless gray would cover both of his eyes completely.
An hour later, movement finally stirred within the eerily silent palace. The lifeless gray at last covered both eyes entirely, and a terrifying pressure erupted forth. He seemed like a lofty deity, the kind of supreme god who held dominion over death itself. Divine might descended like a prison, making people tremble in fear and instinctively want to kneel in submission!
The terrifying aura surged beyond the palace. Wherever it passed, every living thing with vitality withered and shattered, its life force extinguished, leaving only the stench of death!
"Ha ha ha..." Carlos rose to his feet and laughed heartily. After years of painstaking research, he