Back on the battlefield, Wang watched in horror as the Blood Valley Monarch lunged at him, its claws slashing through the air. With no weapon to defend himself, he closed his eyes and braced for the inevitable impact.
But to his surprise, the attack never came. Instead, he heard a deep rumbling sound and a gust of wind whipped through the area. He opened his eyes to find the Blood Valley Monarch frozen in mid-air, its decaying form deteriorating at an alarming rate.
All around him, the battlefield began to crumble, the dark energy dissipating into thin air. Wang looked around in confusion, unable to comprehend what was happening.
As the last remnants of the Blood Valley Monarch vanished, a figure appeared before Wang.
It was breathtaking beauty, with long flowing hair as black as the night. Her piercing, cold eyes seemed to hold an undeniable authority. She stood tall and elegant, radiating an aura of power that commanded respect.
She was dressed in a flowing black gown that seemed to blend with the shadows, and her graceful movements were the epitome of grace and poise. Each step she took echoed with authority, and even in the midst of chaos, she exuded an air of calmness.
The woman raised her hand, and Wang felt a surge of warmth wash over him, soothing his weary body.
Wang’s relief washed over him as he shouted, his voice filled with both surprise and gratitude. "Master, it’s you!"
However, the woman shook her head slightly, as if there was a profound sadness in her gaze. Without a word, she turned around gracefully, her gown fluttering in the wind, and a glowing portal materialized before her. With swift steps, she stepped through the portal, her silhouette disappearing on the other side.
Wang’s heart sank for a moment, his hope flickering like a dying flame. With a resolute smile, he broke into a run and crossed the threshold of the portal just in time, as it vanished behind him, cutting off any retreat.
As the portal vanished, a mysterious stillness settled over the battlefield. The air seemed to vibrate with palpable energy as if the world itself held its breath. A pair of ghostly, glowing eyes materialized in the air.
Their ethereal radiance cast an eerie glow upon the surroundings, illuminating the remnants of the chaotic battle. The eyes seemed to flicker with a spectral fire, their intense gaze fixed upon the spot where the portal had once stood.
Narrowing in concentration, the ghostly eyes seemed to search, piercing through the void.
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As the ghostly eyes continued their intense gaze, the air seemed to grow colder, and the surroundings became shrouded in an ominous stillness. The ethereal radiance pulsated, casting eerie shadows across the battlefield.
With each passing moment, the ghostly eyes seemed to absorb the essence of the portal, as if drawing upon its fading energy. Gradually, a sense of foreboding filled the air.
As suddenly as their appearance, the glowing eyes vanished, dissipating into the atmosphere like a fleeting spectre.
In another area in the Death Domain...
Liang materialized from the depths of the void with a sense of sinister elegance. A predatory gleam sparkled in his eyes, adding an air of intrigue to his presence. With a confident smirk curling upon his lips, he continued to walk with a self-assured stride, each step echoing with a sense of purpose.
As he traversed the Death Domain, Liang’s path eventually led him to a secluded and desolate valley, devoid of the familiar presence of spirit or earth corpses that littered the rest of the domain.
The quietness of the place was almost unnerving, creating an eerie atmosphere that set his senses on edge.
Despite the eerie stillness, a spark of recognition flashed in Liang’s eyes as he paused within the depths of the valley.
Soon, a peculiar stone tablet measuring five meters in height materialized before his eyes.
The strange five-meter stone tablet loomed before him. Its sheer size and weight commanded attention as if it possessed an ancient power that could shift the very fabric of reality.
Etched into its weathered surface were countless intricate runes and symbols. The markings danced across the stone like ethereal brushstrokes, forming an intricate tapestry of arrays and formations.
Some runes were smooth and flowing, evoking a sense of serene balance, while others were jagged and chaotic, hinting at forces beyond mortal comprehension.
Each symbol seemed to hold its secrets and mysteries. Some appeared familiar, reminiscent of ancient civilizations and lost civilizations, while others defied any attempts at recognition, their origins obscured by the decay of time.
Seated next to this enigmatic stone tablet was a middle-aged-looking man.
The middle-aged man exuded an aura of quiet wisdom and reverence. His attire consisted of flowing robes that hung loosely, draping his form in a tapestry of muted earth tones. The fabric seemed to blend effortlessly with the ethereal surroundings as if it were a reflection of the very essence of the Death Domain.
The man’s greying hair was meticulously combed back, adding to his dignified appearance. His eyes, ghostly and piercing, shimmered with a vibrant green hue, reminiscent of emerald fire. Their spectral light cast an otherworldly glow upon the stone tablet and the ancient symbols that adorned its surface, adding to the air of intrigue and mystery.
A thunderous laughter reverberated through the air as Liang made his approach, his words breaking the stifling silence that hung like a heavy curtain. "Senior Xuan, it appears that time has not altered you in the least."
The middle-aged looking man, Senior Xuan, turned towards Liang with an icy gaze, his ghostly green eyes piercing through the air with an intensity that sent shivers down Liang’s spine. His countenance was stern, exuding an aura of calculated coldness that seemed to freeze the very atmosphere around them. The lines etched upon his face held no trace of warmth, instead conveying an air of detachment and harsh discernment.
Finally, breaking the silence, Senior Xuan addressed Liang with a chilling edge to his voice. "Seeing that you’re still alive, I assume your plans have worked."