The Illusory

"How could this be? It's as though... this world has gained a master?" Every living being in the Underworld was horrified.

They could clearly feel that just moments ago... another layer of heaven had appeared above their heads.

That vast pressure made them feel awe from the depths of their hearts. It was the awe mortals felt toward heaven and earth, the fear they felt toward the boundless universe.

Only the several Dark Kings at the Half-Ancestral level exchanged glances and drew a deep breath. They looked toward the figure standing at the peak of the Underworld: He Heng.

With their cultivation, they could naturally see that the source of everything... lay there.

He Heng made no attempt to hide it. He looked down over the entire Underworld as though he were the Heavenly Dao itself. His voice rang in every living being's ears like thunder.

"This Seat has refined the Underworld Origin and become the eternal ruler of this world. I shall be known as the Lord of the Underworld. I am Heaven!"

His voice was vast and carried the majesty of Heaven. As it rang out with peerless force, the entire Underworld responded, manifesting countless wonders.

Heaven's will followed his will; he himself stood above heaven and earth!

Every creature of the Underworld, regardless of cultivation, felt an overwhelming pressure at that moment. It drove them to bow their heads, shaking them to their very souls.

He Heng stood with his hands behind his back, his figure growing ever more profound, as though he had escaped beyond the world and set it beneath his feet. His aura was magnificent, boundless, and utterly out of reach.

"Someone like him..." The Dark Kings exchanged glances. Though they were far apart, each saw the bitterness in the others' eyes.

"Black Mountain