Inside the towering Black Palace, over a hundred million light-years high, endless Black energy flowed.
At the center of the Black energy stood a round stone table made of black crystal, a pure black that seemed capable of swallowing everything. Massive White thrones, exquisitely carved, surrounded the black stone table.
A figure appeared out of thin air within the great hall. She wore a black gauze dress, her long hair like black flames, seductive and enchanting. It was the black-robed woman who had just been tormenting her servants.
"Bisi, you're here."
"You're a little late."
"Judging by the look of you, don't tell me you were tormenting those poor servants of yours again."
Several World Beasts already seated on the White thrones spoke with laughter.
"Shut up!" The black-robed woman swept them with a cold gaze. Her utterly black eyes appeared particularly wicked, and she had no pleasant attitude toward her own kind. She looked at the white figure before the round table. "Odin Dilong, why did you summon us so urgently?"
Only five World Beast Kings had gathered here. Of them, four were Clones, while only one had come in person.
Clearly, this was not a matter involving the entire World Beast race. It was likely a private matter, which was why Odin Dilong had informed only them.
Odin Dilong was the only one present displaying his true World Beast form: two arms, two legs, one head, a mouth, a nose, two eyes, and no ears. Two snow-white sharp horns grew from his forehead, curving upward in a thrust. Every World Beast King was the noblest life-form in this Origin World, incomparably holy and incomparably beautiful. Its beauty was a work of divine craftsmanship, containing supreme mysteries.
The other World Beast Kings, however, had taken on the forms of