The noblewoman's eyelid twitched, and she hesitated not in the slightest.
The thin folding fan in her hand snapped shut. Flustered yet still elegant, she spun around, sending the layers of her blackish-purple gown rippling into exquisite waves.
Layer upon layer of illusions emerged, splitting into several shattered, uncanny shadows that faded away at different speeds before finally being swallowed whole by the boundless darkness.
At the same time.
Within the Prism Star Domain.
The believers who worshipped the laws of space and sang praises to the Eternal Silent Starry Sky suddenly felt something and turned in unison toward a certain direction.
After their initial surprise, long-lost joy appeared on every face.
The one chosen by the gods was walking the real world once more!
Their star domain's overlord, the Phantom Purple Enchantress, had finally returned!
Fanatical expressions gradually replaced their delight. As though controlled in an instant, all the believers began murmuring in unison:
"The Overlord's power has recovered somewhat. The war to become a god is about to begin..."
The noblewoman in a blackish-purple gown and a light-purple veil appeared within the Prism Palace on Overlord Star.
Breathing in the long-missed air, the woman's gaze was slightly unfocused as she stared blankly into the distance.
The specks of starlight in her eyes slowly faded.
In truth, even if one possessed a resonance with an authority of the same nature, a devotee could not lock onto and mark the location of a spectator below while standing upon the Final Stage.
But there had simply been too many unexpected incidents today.
Phantom Purple was unwilling to gamble, and she did not dare to gamble.
Her plan to hide in the Divine Realm for a while longer had been completely ruined.
Now, she could only silently pray that Lu Li would