At the peak of this Corpse Mountain, a handsome white-haired young man in a Black Robe sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.
An obscure and mysterious fluctuation radiated from him, the hem of his Magic Robe billowed without wind. Behind him, in the Void above his head, black stars emerged one by one.
At a certain moment, those black stars lit up simultaneously, forming a line.
In an instant, vast death energy surged down from the Void, causing the Corpse Mountain beneath the youth to crumble and weather into sand.
From each crumbling corpse, a faint black light emerged, like countless black Fireflies quickly ascending into the air. Finally, they gathered behind the youth, forming a giant dark aura resembling a Meteor.
An indescribable aura of cold, desolation, and death spread out, making the youth the most powerful and evil existence in this corrupted land.
