Dark Realm.
In an incomparably ancient palace.
On the Dark Emperor's Throne, a vague figure sat slumped, a small pitch-black cauldron floating in his hand, from which jet-black aura emanated.
That was the Origin Power of the Dark Realm!
This was pure darkness, capable of staining everything; even tossing a galaxy into it would result in instant pollution, transforming it into a dark galaxy.
However, the vague figure remained unaffected; on the contrary, his skin was snow-white.
At this moment, the figure suddenly sighed.
"A step short in chess..."
Beneath the throne, several figures exuding world-shocking aura stood.
Hearing this, one person spoke, "Master, why do you sigh?"
The vague figure shook his head slightly, gesturing for them to leave.
