At the source of the Black Tide—the Black Abyss.
Countless black-gray wisps of mist drifted across the grave-covered land.
The endless mist permeated the entire space.
It was everywhere, leaving no place unfilled.
Just as a mutation occurred within the Spirit Lattice Space—
In the deepest reaches of the Black Abyss, within a narrow, egg-shaped space—
A massive pitch-black eyeball with purple pupils slowly began to glow.
The eyeball had no body, no vessel. It was merely an enormous crystal-like sphere embedded deep within the earth of the Black Abyss.
Gradually, as the light within its pupil grew brighter—
A colossal figure slowly rose from the purple pupil amid the violet radiance.
"I sense the aura of an old foe!!" A terrifying, enormous tremor like a whisper formed orderly information, spreading throughout the Black Abyss with its ripples.
"I am pleased that you have awakened, Your Majesty the Primordial Emperor."
Countless wisps of mist gathered, gradually condensing into a gigantic black dragon covered from head to toe in blood-red vertical pupils.
Ignoring the crushing pressure of the countless substances underground, the black dragon moved as freely as if it were in open air.
It slowly lowered its head before the figure rising from the pupil.
It knew well that the being before it was Gray—the Primordial Emperor of Chaos, one of the Five Extremes.
An existence that represented the most chaotic, vague, and unknown concept across countless universes.
By nature, he was the enemy of order and the great foe of civilization.
"The Black Tide has spread for so many years. We have destroyed countless spiritual beings, yet we still cannot stop new light from being born." The black dragon lowered its head and reported with a trace of sorrow in its voice.
"I gave up my body as a