A crimson eyeball hung above the sky like the sun. Eyes linked together in chains formed rings around it, like its most loyal knights.
Behind that enormous crimson eyeball, the still-not-fully-restored folds in space rippled like waves and ripples on water.
A gale howled between heaven and earth. Massive machines toppled one after another, their sounds blending together into a roar like crashing waves.
Like subjects trembling to welcome their great "king," they devoutly prostrated themselves at their monarch's feet.
Yet amid these turbulent "subjects," beneath dim shadows, a figure stood tall, looking up at the enormous eyeball in the sky.
Like a sharp thorn, he stood there, piercing the vision of the "king" high above.
The enormous eyeball lowered its gaze. Terrifying pressure seemed to condense space itself into something solid, pressing down on He Ao.
It was as though mountain after mountain rested upon his shoulders, demanding that he kneel, prostrate himself, and submit to the rule of this Great Monarch.
Twisted power also passed through space and time, flooding into He Ao's body. It invaded his bones, his flesh, and his soul, seeking in an instant to "take over" his body, control his movements, and force him to prostrate himself on the ground.
He Ao could feel himself rapidly losing control of this body.
This was the first time he had faced the King's true body. The oppressive sensation far surpassed any "projection" he had seen before.
This was an angel, a High-Level Existence standing above the firmament, eternally alive and deathless.
No matter how powerful a mortal was, they were still only mortal. At most, they could barely withstand its gaze.
At that very moment, brilliant lightning exploded behind He Ao. Yet the lightning did not surge into the sky; it poured directly into his body.