Older, more majestic.
Ariel and the Stand User sat motionless throughout.
But in the blink of an eye, the surrounding landscape had risen up from the barren earth, heading straight for the divine realm.
Though the divine realm still looked somewhat dilapidated, the ancient, opulent palace had been reduced to nothing but broken walls and rubble.
That made it easy to see the scenery farther away. The blizzard had stopped, yet beneath the starry sky, all that met the eye was the same desolation.
The once-bustling city had been utterly transformed, now resembling the ruins of a place on the verge of annihilation.
And the figures walking through it vividly embodied the meaning of lost souls and wandering ghosts.
There was no trace of life left in them. They seemed to be made entirely of white ash, as if the slightest breeze would scatter them.
That wasn't the only change. The outlines of white ash looked different from what they had before.
They weren't merely replicas of their original appearances. Something extra had appeared on those formerly human forms.
Wings and horns. Their shapes were rather strange, but still recognizable.
They were even positioned in corresponding places: on the left side of the head and the right side of the back.
That's right. There was only one wing and one horn, lending them a kind of conjugate beauty.
What sort of trendy style is this? His Majesty the Lone King seems to have pretty eclectic taste.
Watching this unfold, Fu Qian couldn't help feeling that the emperor's heart was unfathomable.
Fortunately, not everyone was so flamboyant. Take the esteemed Needle Witch, for example. She was quite understated—
Despite the enormous changes, a familiar figure could still be seen nearby, at the same angle and in the same spot.
A crude