In the space above the Six-Headed Hydra Upper Realm, a white-robed man stood in the space with his arms folded and his hands concealed in his sleeves. The long and wide sleeves danced in the air as his majestic aura flared every so lightly in the boundless darkness before slowly receding and lingering around his figure.
His long silverish white hair drifted behind him, swaying with grace.
He gazed beneath at the vast realm that spanned millions of light years.
From his lofty position, the entirety of the Six-Headed Hydra Upper Realm unfolded beneath his gaze like an incomprehensibly vast painting crafted by the hands of the heavens themselves.
Its dark lands stretched endlessly toward the horizon, occasionally interrupted by colossal tornadoes that pierced through the heavens. Great whirlpool clouds revolved in the sky, swallowing vast currents of atmospheric heaven and earth energy before violently expelling them elsewhere.
