Faraway Origin Continent.
The capital of the Yin Yue Dynasty, Floating Ruins City.
"Ahhh—"
A low roar suddenly rang out from deep within the endless, resplendent imperial palace.
Yin Yue Emperor, clad in a magnificent black imperial robe, collapsed limply to the ground. He clenched his teeth so hard that traces of blood seeped out, while beads of blood began to emerge from the pores of his skin.
Pain originating from his soul and will assailed him. Even as a Great Existence at the King of Gods level, the agony made his body tremble uncontrollably, and even his will began to scatter.
The pain continued to intensify.
At that moment, he seemed to have fallen into boundless hell, about to plunge into a bottomless abyss. Yet Yin Yue Emperor still struggled to maintain a shred of clarity.
Very soon—
The assault on his soul and will surged in like a tidal wave, then receded just as swiftly. As the incomparably terrifying pain gradually faded, Yin Yue Emperor laboriously rose to his feet, and clarity began returning to his ink-black eyes.
"Your Majesty."
Hearing that anguished howl, the attendant outside the hall could not help feeling uneasy and called softly into the palace.
"I'm fine." Yin Yue Emperor's cool voice came from within the great hall. "Withdraw."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The attendant immediately sighed in relief and respectfully retreated.
Inside the hall at that moment—
Having escaped that terrible hell, Yin Yue Emperor's blood and sweat had already vanished from his body surface. Only an irrepressible hint of exhaustion remained on his face.
He pressed his lips together, his expression solemn. His deep, shadowed eyes gazed toward the distant void.
It was as though his gaze had crossed endless space and time to behold the incomparably distant Cosmic Sea.
"Heh." Yin