Where there is light, there is darkness.
By the same token, wherever there is darkness, there is also light.
Supreme Heaven had inherited its legacy across endless ages. No matter how much light suppressed all things on the side of darkness, countless Dark Origins still lay dormant.
The word "darkness" encompassed countless subordinate branches. It could not be explained clearly in just a few words.
Those who cultivated darkness were merely the lowest-level existences on the dark side.
Among them might be evil cultivators, or perhaps what others called demonic cultivators.
Without exception, none of these people had the qualifications to sense the initial awakening of Her Highness the Princess.
Above them were the rules themselves, or those who controlled the rules.
At this level, one could already sense it faintly.
The latter were all experts of the Supreme Realm on the side of darkness.
Their first reaction was disbelief, followed by instinctive denial in their hearts.
No one was willing to believe reality. Darkness was such a vast term—how could it possibly welcome a future master?
Even if that master was still very young at present, and could only be addressed as Her Highness the Princess, no one was willing to believe it.
Above ordinary rules lay the source of the rules.
The level that involved the origin.
The boundless darkness at this level was already beyond the control of ordinary people.
Only existences born of Heaven and Earth, who had been that way from birth, could qualify.
Among them might be the end of the abyss of boundless darkness, or perhaps the boundary of the Sea of Darkness. True natural deathtraps of this kind could fulfill the role.
Places that could already be described as perilous lands naturally did not possess a completely awakened independent consciousness of their