The Archangel in the Dark

While Roland was attempting to break through to the Ultimate State, in an unknown domain...

Gray mist filled the space. Everything around was chaos, without a trace of life, as though it had survived the end of the world. Sunlight could not shine down. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing at all. Waves of chaos surged, tearing through inch after inch of space.

Suddenly, several flashes of light flickered, and a towering temple appeared in the void.

Splash... A rolling torrent raged outward, and tides of energy spread in every direction.

The entire temple was majestic and grand, filled with an ancient aura, but now its divine light was dim. Its surface was mottled and indistinct, with several places covered in fine cracks, as though it had not been repaired for a very long time. The temple's appearance tore open space, and a vast, magnificent world abruptly appeared before the eye.

Inside the temple was a vast dimension.

On both sides of the corridor floated twenty-four ancient divine pillars that towered into the clouds. The top of each pillar pierced through the void, vanishing into the boundless expanse like pillars holding up the heavens, impossible to see clearly. Above the dome was an endless sky, yet the stars that had once shone brilliantly were now incomparably dim.

Inside the great hall, eighteen hemispherical divine platforms floated above the ocean of the universe. Above those platforms was an even more majestic divine throne. A man with long pale-blue hair sat upon it, his fingers tapping the armrest with a "thump, thump, thump."

The blue-haired man had his eyes closed in thought. Suddenly, he opened them, and a cold gleam flashed across his pupils.

Ding. His finger struck the edge of the divine throne with force, and visible