The enormous Nether Fruit Tree sprawled across the Purple Mist Zone of Nether Mountain, countless tiny Snake Spirits darting back and forth among its branches.
Suddenly, heaven and earth changed. Eleven kinds of Sovereign's Might flooded the vast, gloomy skies above the Underworld, and several familiar words—"Little friend, I'm waiting for you!"—coalesced in midair. In shock, a gigantic face appeared on the Nether Fruit Tree's trunk and looked up at the sky. Even its textured leaves fell silent. "Again..."
As Youming spoke, he glanced toward Death Chief Sovereign's palace. "The last time this wonder appeared, she seemed to go mad. Now it's happening again... But Lord Lincoln is here too, so there's no need to worry."
A golden serpent swam through the trunk, appearing and disappearing until it reached the giant face. Its voice was tinged with worry. "I wonder what this strange phenomenon means."
Just then, a silver Nine-Headed Snake appeared, coiling around another branch of the Nether Fruit Tree. "The Sovereign said last time that it was someone unseen, more powerful than all the Sovereigns she knew. Even compared with an Overgod, it was hard to say who was stronger."
The Golden Serpent sighed, its cold eyes showing a trace of emotion. "Could it really be possible to rival an Overgod?"
Then the two great serpents looked toward Youming. He gazed silently at the Sovereign's Might gradually fading from the sky. He had long since become a Sovereign. Though he was only a Low-Sovereign and not a Paragon, he still had a clear idea of what Sovereigns were capable of. "A miracle like this is beyond the power of any single Sovereign. But even if several Sovereigns joined forces, they couldn't make her unaware."
"You should remember what the Sovereign Legion reported: the last time this wonder appeared,