At the same time!
Due east of the Forbidden Sea, the Lightless Domain.
This was a deathly abyss where even Spirit Energy had nearly stagnated.
Eternal darkness lay like congealed black jade.
Suddenly!
The void was brutally torn open by a savage, jagged rift!
A pinpoint of supremely condensed scarlet blood-light shot out—not exploding...
Instead, like the rebirth of a core of a destructive star after collapse, it instantly swelled and roared, transforming into a rolling, boiling blood cloud brimming with endless Killing Intent!
The bloodlight did not recede. It was forcibly compressed and molded by an irresistible will!
As the radiance faded, a towering demonic body draped in a long robe seemingly woven from congealed blood plasma and shadow stepped through the shattered void, standing amid the dead silence.
At the edges of the crimson robe, a destructive haze visible to the naked eye steamed forth, warping the light.
His very existence was a desecration and conquest of this void...
That was right—this was the Purgatory Clan's Progenitor, Prison Twelve!
The instant those eyes opened, it was as though countless blood prisons roared within the abyss.
His cold, lifeless gaze swept slowly across the absolute emptiness before him like tangible probes of law.
Spatial structure, residual energy, faint ripples of laws... every scrap of information was mercilessly dissected by those eyes.
Yet, the feedback—
was a carefully swept-clean "blank," and deep within those blood-red pupils flashed a fury colder than absolute zero.
Upon his face, seemingly carved from dark-red crystal, his brow furrowed ever so slightly—yet enough to make the stars tremble.
"Heh..."
A low, hoarse chuckle rang out, devoid of pleasure, more like the rasp of an abyssal beast licking its fangs.
"The spatial fluctuations were actually cut off?
Interesting!
It seems I underestimated you."
His voice was