Above the rippling sea of flowers in the New Underworld, an inverted city and dense mist covered nearly the entire sky.
At the very center of the sea of flowers, within a patch of mist, the figure seated upon the throne slowly trembled.
Beams of light suddenly lit up within the mist, intertwining to form bizarre, kaleidoscopic phantoms.
As the figure upon the throne trembled, the lights within the mist erupted with even more brilliant radiance, weaving together violently.
The purple radiance formed the most outlines within the mist. It flared brightly, about to coil around the throne in the mist in an instant.
But at that very moment, the figure on the throne opened his eyes.
He raised his head and watched the approaching purple radiance. Brilliant streams of light suddenly surged from the depths of his body, carrying immense power as they blocked the Purple Radiance.
The entire world shook. Beneath the towering throne, countless dense roots spread out, piercing the heavy earth and plunging into the deepest reaches of the world.
An endless stream of power was drawn from the world, empowering the throne and the figure seated upon it.
The figure seated upon the throne, towering and massive as a mountain range, opened his eyes at that moment.
The Purple Radiance surged in an instant, transforming into countless streams of drifting mist and scattered motes of light as it rushed toward the figure on the throne.
In the blink of an eye, it was about to envelop him.
But the figure merely kept his eyes open and watched the mist. Surging purple light ignited in his deep pupils.
Endless power was drawn from the roots beneath the throne, empowering the throne and the figure seated upon it.
Fine runes traced themselves across the figure's body, swiftly