Mo Lilan's aura suddenly plummeted, weakening in an instant!
At the same time, the ghastly white bone curtain abruptly parted, revealing the shadowy depths behind it. On the dais, translucent ghastly white branches grew in profusion.
A black throne stood quietly among the flowers.
Seated upon it was a figure in splendid robes. Silver hair was swept high into a bun, piled up like clouds and adorned with pearls and emeralds. At its center sat a small pearl crown, its pearly glow hazy as mist, like a gentle halo blooming above her head.
Her wide sleeves trailed along the ground, and her waist was slender as a willow. Beneath her skirt, however, billowing black smoke roiled. Her entire form was crystal-clear, and her ink-black eyes seemed as boundless as the dark of night.
A terrifying, icy-cold pressure descended like a tangible force, instantly choking the breath from every living being!
Below the dais, ink-black eyes quietly appeared on both sides of the vast hall. Like stars gathering on a summer night, they streamed together in layer upon layer, encircling Pei Ling, "Mo Lilan," "Mogui," and "Calamity."
The figure on the throne did not attack directly. Instead, she spoke in a chilling voice. "Who are you?"
At her words, Pei Ling, under the system's control, gave no response. His incarnation, "Mo Lilan," also under the system's control, successfully used the "Sleep" Origin.
However, without the Fallen Immortal's power, the figure on the throne remained utterly still and showed no reaction.
Among the many Netherworld Female Immortals, those with powerful auras were only momentarily dazed before immediately recovering.
The weaker Netherworld Female Immortals, though unable to stop their eyes from closing, quickly recovered as the Netherworld's unique chill and surging Death Qi washed over them. They showed no further signs of abnormality.