When this shadow appeared, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth went into a frenzied upheaval.
A Netherworld River wound through the air, flowing slowly amid darkness and chilling cold.
The entire sky instantly darkened. The boundless heavens were stripped bare, and the setting sun vanished completely.
Within that Netherworld River, black petals drifted down from the sky.
In an instant, tens of thousands of petals fell.
The people of God-Demon City looked up at the heavens. Someone said tremblingly, "Ten thousand lotuses descend from the heavens—this is a Divine King arriving in person."
"I wonder which great figure has descended. What brought them to God-Demon City?"
God-Demon City had endured countless ages. Most who came here were powerful experts from the various domains.
Even Saints could be found here.
But when it involved an existence like a Divine King, everyone had no choice but to tread carefully.
The Southern Domain was so vast that it occupied nearly a quarter of Eternal Continent, yet fewer than five Divine Kings had been born there.
In the end, only the Eternal God King had founded a sect that truly endured to this day.
At this moment, the Netherworld River flowed through the skies with a rushing roar.
A large cluster of tiny black dots appeared in the distance.
As those black dots drew closer, everyone finally saw that they were a great group of experts striding through the air.
This group wore dark purple robes, and every one of them carried an immensely heavy aura.
Even the weakest among them were in the Heaven Melting Realm, while several were Saints.
At the center of the group, protected by all the others, the Netherworld River transformed into a meditation cushion.
A woman sat upon it with her eyes closed, utterly indifferent to the