Time seemed to freeze.
The Nether Prison Immortal King stared fixedly at the mass of Silver-White light. His black Daoist Robe snapped in the Chaos Currents, and the silver Runes on it flashed faster and faster.
He gripped a black sword. A cold gleam flowed along its Sword Body. Named Dark Star, it was the Immortal Artifact he had spent tens of thousands of years crafting as his life-bound weapon. Its Sword Body was forged from Astral Essence Gold, and a black stellar core embedded near its edge radiated a darkness that seemed to devour everything.
Beside him, several Immortal Kings of the Nether Race tightened their grips on their weapons.
A white-haired elder held a golden spear, fierce lightning coursing over its Spear Tip. A stern-faced middle-aged woman wielded a pair of silver curved blades, their edges shimmering with icy frost. A burly man carried a massive Battle Axe, its edge surging with the weighty power of the earth veins.
Every gaze was fixed on the Silver-White light.
It grew brighter and brighter.
From faint to bright, from bright to blinding.
Silver-White light poured from the depths of the mist, bathing the surrounding gray-white fog in radiance.
Something flickered within it—Runes, perhaps, or Formation Runes, or Dao Traces unlike any they had ever seen.
The Nether Prison Immortal King extended his Divine Sense with all his might, trying to seize whatever information lay within the light.
But the instant his Divine Sense approached, violent spatial fluctuations tore it to shreds. He could make out nothing specific. He could only sense the light drawing closer, closer, closer.
He did not know what lay inside it—enemy or ally, calamity or hope.
Just then.
The mass of Silver-White light burst open.
Like a flower blooming in the night, like a star being