Just as Yizhe finished speaking, the man cloaked in darkness—floating alone before countless powerful and famous figures of the Celestial realm—slowly raised his eyes.
The moment the Rulers met those dark, obsidian eyes—with vertical purple slits—they froze like statues as a tremendous weight suddenly descended upon them.
The air seemed to solidify, crushing down on their shoulders. Those weaker than the seventh stage of the Celestial Rank cried out as their balance gave way midair, as if their power had been stripped from them, and their bodies plummeted from the sky.
A terrifying crimson Celestial aura coiled around the owner of those obsidian eyes, dense and suffocating. Yet no one present felt awe, nor the natural instinct to submit to someone far stronger. Instead, there was only fear—raw and absolute—as if they had been cast into a bottomless abyss with no hope of ever reaching the light again.
At that moment, everyone's hearts sank.
