Not a woman, yet more beautiful than any woman could be. Silky black hair cascaded in gentle waves, skin as flawless and white as snow, a slender frame slightly delicate, and the black robes of the underworld fluttered ominously in the wind.
This hauntingly beautiful and somewhat sickly young man exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression—it was none other than the Great Underworld King of bygone days.
However, at this moment, he was no longer the Monarch of the Nine Heavens but had ascended beyond his rank to the Seventh Heaven of the Ancestral Monarch!
Terrifying potential unearthed—after over ten thousand years, he had achieved monumental progress, taking an enormous step forward.
The stagnant, deathly aura of the past had completely faded away. In this moment, he emanated an ethereal charm, like a Divine Buddha contemplating a blooming flower with a serene smile.
