In an underwater cave eight hundred li from Sea God Island, Death God Douluo Ye Xishui and her son, Zhongli Wu, leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, stood in silence.
Behind them, dark purple light flickered faintly within an enormous pit.
"Wu Yun, how is the Demon Empress now?" Ye Xishui's voice was as cold as ice.
"The Demon Empress is awake. She's asking you to come over." Crow Douluo Wu Yun's voice was likewise filled with excitement.
"Excellent. We've waited far too long for this moment. This time, no one can stop us." Ye Xishui laughed.
As she spoke, she and Zhongli Wu leaped into the pit behind them, letting themselves plummet in free fall. Only after descending several thousand meters did soul power surge around Ye Xishui's body, arresting her fall and allowing her to land steadily on the ground below.
The dark purple light came from the ground beneath her feet, flickering in and out of sight with a strange, otherworldly air. A closer look would reveal that it came from soul guidance arrays drawn across the surface.
Terrifyingly, those soul guidance arrays were filled with purplish-black liquid that gave off a thick, foul stench. It was dried blood. No one knew how much blood it would take to fill the entire array in this enormous pit, which measured over a thousand meters across.
There was no wind here, yet an intensely sinister aura spread through the air. At the very center of the enormous pit stood a five-tiered altar.
A figure sat atop the altar.
Her body was shrouded in a large black cloak. The light in this underworld was already so dim that, without looking closely, one might not even notice her presence.
Her head was slightly bowed, and black currents flickered around her body.