The air was so thick it seemed capable of being wrung into ink, mixed with the stench of blood and a strange odor of decaying vegetation. Deep within the Holy Spirit Cult's grand hall, dim dark-purple light seeped from the crystals embedded in the walls, barely illuminating the twisted demon god statue at the center. At its feet, a pool of dark-red liquid slowly churned. A blood-colored Blue Silver Grass swayed without wind within it, its roots buried deep in the bottom like veins—where the suppressed core consciousness of the Blue Silver Emperor lay sleeping.
The Demon Empress stood at the edge of the blood pool, the hem of her dark-purple robe soaking in the bloody water. Seven years of nourishment by Faith Power had made her once-illusory spirit body solidify, to the point that she could even sense the faint rejection and unrest of the Douluo Plane toward this "false god faith." She raised her head, and two cold glints beneath her hood swept over the six figures standing solemnly below the steps.
On the left stood the Two Emperors.
Nether Emperor Ha Luosa wore ancient Dark Gold armor, standing as straight as a spear. He was a "favored son of fate" born from the plane's consciousness, originally meant to contend with Tang Hao for the position of Plane Lord. Yet when the Divine Realm vanished and Tang Hao failed under the backlash, he was captured and altered by the Holy Spirit Cult. Soul fire burned calmly beneath his mask; no one knew whether he still retained his final connection to the plane.
Ghost Emperor hunched over beneath a filthy gray robe, the string of human-bone prayer beads in his hand clicking incessantly. His sole remaining eye stared at the Demon Empress, filled with undisguised greed and madness—for power,