The moment this man appeared, cultivators, Demon Emperors, Demon Kings, and even the Outrealm races far at the edge of the starfield all felt an indescribable pressure at the same instant.
It was neither imposing might nor law.
It was something more primal, more fundamental—like prey suddenly sensing a predator's gaze in the darkness, like ants sensing the drastic shift in air pressure before a torrential storm.
Your cultivation, your realm, every law under your command—all of it became utterly meaningless before this sensation.
It bypassed reason, bypassed cultivation, bypassed everything one took pride in, and slammed straight into the deepest, long-forgotten instinct of the soul... fear.
Yes, fear.
Pure fear, carved into the deepest reaches of every living being's bloodline!
Every person who tried to look upon him found their soul trembling.
Only by raising their gaze to its utmost could everyone see his full form.
Rather than a man, he was more like an ancient god-demon wrapped by the laws of heaven and earth in a humanoid shell.
He wore a profound-black ceremonial robe embroidered with the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and realm.
Every pattern was woven from the purest Order Law.
The suns and moons revolved across his robe, while stars rose and fell amid its flowing hems.
Mountains stretched and rolled along his cuffs, while rivers surged endlessly across his lapels.
The star map of the entire Four Mortal Domains was merely an embroidery upon his ceremonial robe.
He wore a twelve-tasseled flat-topped crown. Its crown peak towered like a mountain, and twelve strands of tassel beads hung from its brim. Each tassel bead was no ordinary pearl or jade, but a Star Core refined from an ancient star.
The tassel beads strung from those Star Cores swayed gently before his face, and each sway