The Abyssal Plane.
This was a world of chaos, without day or night. At the very heart of the Abyss's innermost layer, a man sat upon a throne.
He wore dark-gold robes.
His features were sharply defined, his red, slit-pupiled eyes faintly traced with golden patterns, his gaze blazing like a torch.
"The Douluo Continent's Divine Realm never intervened lightly, and then it vanished into spacetime. After all this time, it has actually..."
"Given birth to a god?"
The black-robed man's expression darkened, his scarlet eyes now completely shrouded in concern.
He was the Abyssal Sage King, a son serving under the Crimson Mother, the ruler of the entire plane, and a First-Level God.
Seizing the Douluo Continent's plane had been his plan for a thousand years. With a Super Divine Artifact like the Heavenly Saint Abyss-Splitting Halberd in hand, he only needed to devour the vast Douluo Continent to truly establish a Divine Realm!
Then the one hundred and seven monarchs under his command could all become gods alongside him and reign over the world!
He knew the Douluo Continent's circumstances better than anyone. After the Divine Realm disappeared, all it had was a Plane Master at the peak of Rank Two God. Yet now, this extraordinary development-
Was the Douluo Continent simply not fated to perish, or had his Abyssal Plane's plan to conquer Douluo always been nothing more than a piece of someone else's scheme?
At that thought, the teacup in his hand shattered with a crack, and his expression turned cold.
"Lord Sage King, that aura just now was..."
"A god?"
Two figures appeared beside the Abyssal Sage King, knelt respectfully, and asked in unison.
The first was a man with flowing long hair and bright, clear eyes. Four more eyes on his forehead blinked nimbly,