Star Gods.
Their existence is probably as ancient as the Ancient Saints, of course, if it weren't for the Fear of Death opening Pandora's box out of greed, they might have still been harmless entities orbiting stars, absorbing energy.
But unfortunately, history doesn't allow for "what ifs."
The universe is reshaping, recovering its original form.
The Star Gods broke free from their prison, releasing their anger and joy, clearly nothing is more delightful than waking up to find your prison has exploded in place.
Then he appeared.
Thick darkness, heavier than the universe itself, spread like ink spilled over ink, gradually obscuring the shining starlight. Higher dimensional powers began to diffuse, and the joy of the Star Gods faded considerably. It stared into the darkness ahead, watching as a figure wrapped completely in thick black liquid emerged from it.
At the same time, Duanmu Huai also held the War Hammer, staring at the Star God before him.
