Inside the Abyss Prince's Residence.
A tall, gaunt old man with a hooked nose sat leaning slightly to one side, his cheek propped on one hand.
This was the Abyss Prince.
He listened in silence as an attendant beside him recited the imperial decree, his brow deeply furrowed.
The moment the attendant finished, the Abyss Prince could no longer hold back.
"Absurd!"
Boom!
He smashed the armrest beside him to splinters with one palm, sending fragments flying in every direction!
The attendant shuddered, partly from fright and partly because the fragments had embedded themselves in his skin.
That strike had been far too powerful!
The Abyss Prince's expression darkened. He clenched his other fist, brows knitted tight, his thoughts unreadable.
The attendant who had brought the news knelt trembling on the floor, not daring to withdraw without an order.
An invisible cloud seemed to settle over the entire Abyss Prince's Residence. Everyone turned toward the place where the prince usually sat, their hearts in their throats.
The Myriad Realms Eternal Empire.
A hall somewhere in the Imperial City.
The place was pure, flawless white, as though milky-white galaxies had been gathered and blended together to form it.
Simple as it appeared, beneath that white surface lay almost endless Phantasm Patterns and Dao Patterns—the ability to use Dao Formations that Illusory God cultivators prided themselves on most.
Inside the hall stood the Myriad Realms Heavenly Emperor and Chancellor Xu.
The Myriad Realms Heavenly Emperor's hair was swept back from his forehead. His eyes shone as though they held galaxies, and his swordlike brows reached toward his temples.
Handsome and refined, he looked softer than Heavenly Emperor Ganfeng, but that did nothing to diminish his imperial bearing.
Chancellor Xu had white hair and white brows but a youthful face. He stood