Within Wusheng Void Hall, dense black aura permeated every corner. Yet it did not cause the slightest discomfort; instead, it gave people a sense of serenity, harmony, and calm, as though simply remaining in this dark space allowed one to rest and recuperate.
Beyond that, starlight glimmered in the distance. The true form of Wusheng Void Hall was concealed within this rich darkness, like a primordial egg hidden within the breath of heaven and earth's creation—a wondrous spectacle of the universe. Everything was dim and hazy, tranquil and harmonious, without the slightest trace of killing intent.
As for the six great elders, no one knew what divine powers or Daoist arts they had refined. Both their physical bodies and Primordial Spirits gradually lost their forms, becoming six dim stars. These six stars, radiating black light, revolved continuously, and within each one, strange transformations took place at every moment.
"Bleeding severed hands, blood-red human skin, an abyss, eyeballs."
In Puppet Demon City, He Ping did not sit. His eyes swept over the surroundings, and the scenes of the six demon stars reflected in his deep pupils, bringing the entirety of Wusheng Void Hall into his gaze.
These were the omens upon the four demon stars closest to him. In addition, there were two even larger demon stars. Upon one stood a black palace, seeming both real and illusory; upon the other appeared a great three-legged cauldron.
Compared to the other four stars, these two enormous dark stars were incomparably vast in sheer size, like celestial bodies shrunk countless times over. Yet these two bodies themselves contained layer upon layer of minor worlds. Black clouds drifted across them, blotting out the sky and sun, while wave after wave of ripples spread from their stellar cores, carrying an immensely crushing pressure.
"And there