Two enormous suns, one red and one blue, each occupied half of the sky. The red and blue suns intertwined, casting a deep dark purple hue over the world.
This purple was like congealed blood, exuding a fierce and violent aura.
Master Zhou stood in the middle of a vast valley, his beard and hair stained with blood, his battle armor in tatters, his eyes dull and lifeless.
Only the innate Eight Trigrams mirror in his hand shone with spiritual light, with eight gates of light scattered around, forming a domain that protected Master Zhou in the center.
As a super-tier gold powerhouse, though Master Zhou was far from equaling Gao Xuan, his individual combat power had reached the pinnacle of the human race.
His current plight was due to the huge differences between the laws of the Netherworld Realm and the Material Cosmos, severely limiting his source power. Most of his powerful divine artifacts couldn't exert their might.
