"Scatter!"
Zhao Qiyuan calmly uttered a single word.
Golden Dao marks shot out instantly, transforming into a massive golden net that tightly enveloped the cloud of blood mist.
"Sizzle—sizzle—"
The blood mist let out a piercing sound upon touching the golden net, like red-hot iron plunged into water.
The blood mist, which had been trying to gather together, was instantly dispersed. It was also continuously being melted away and devoured by the golden net...
"Your Majesty!" A minister cautiously stepped forward and respectfully asked.
"May I ask when Your Majesty advanced to become an Immortal Emperor? We knew nothing of it. We deserve ten thousand deaths."
Zhao Qiyuan turned his head and gave him an indifferent glance.
That gaze was icy to the bone, utterly devoid of warmth.
The minister shuddered all over and instantly fell silent.
A sudden feeling arose within him.
The person before him was not their Majesty at all...
Just then.
A tiny black dot suddenly appeared at the center of the blood mist trapped beneath the golden net.
At first, the black dot was no larger than a needlepoint, nearly impossible to notice.
But in only an instant.
"Buzz—!!!"
The black dot rapidly expanded at a visible speed, becoming a pitch-black opening in the blink of an eye.
The surrounding golden net was instantly swallowed by the black hole.
A considerable amount of the scattered blood mist was also sucked into the black hole.
"The heavens and earth here are becoming increasingly fragile..."
Zhao Qiyuan stared at the black hole, his brows tightly furrowed and his tone carrying a trace of gravity.
He looked up at the blood mist, which was still desperately trying to gather itself, his expression complicated.
"You probably won't last until the next two thousand years."
The entire Purple Pole Hall