In the raging torrents below the islands suspended in the air, held by chains, something which looked like a rag drowned slowly in the water, despite there was no rocks or hills in the sea, the waters of the seas seemed endlessly raged against itself rising up with furious might and then with an impossible force bashing against itself continually, it seemed as if the waters was divided into two, the one above rising up and up and again and the one's below bearing the impact of the ones above always staying below.
And in this continuous vicious cycle, stood the lonely dark rag floating deeper in its water, the rag entered deeper and deeper, until it passed the boundary between the waters and entered into the deeper parts, the waterrs which always stayed below never going up.
It suddenly plunged in an incredible speed into it dark unreachable depths, for a moment there was silence, until a sound appeared from deep in its bottomless depths, the sound was unlike anything a mortal would ever hear, nor was supposed to witness.
The Still waters supposed to always stay below rose with slowly with unbelievable strength, as it rose it seemed as if the waters could not bear its weight, the surrounding waters pushed out and more pushed out again and again water that seemed as if it would swallow the world rose against the world and on its Head, Him, it, A being whose presence despised and negated the world itself, there he stood with majesty an aura that threatened to destroy worlds.
In his Hand a Might Great sword it was, the Great sword deep black, and long in length, its handle surrounded by rings that radiated a heavy presence stronger than the river raising its abominable self up like a monster in waking.
Up in void, Dead Soul, turned his head as he looked at the direction where the voice came from, from the open hole in the void as if a bubble had been pierced a Black leather shoes appeared and then a man in dressed in tailored black three‑piece suit with crimson embroidery tracing the lapels and cuffs, a silver raven crest pinned to his left lapel, its wings spread as if mid‑flight, Crisp white shirt beneath a fitted vest, fastened with a silver chain. His coat flying behind him, he gazed at the scene with bored eyes, a cigarette in his mouth after looking around he removed the cigarette from his mouth held it in his right hand fingers, and threw it away.
Hunter stood there as he let the smoke slowly fly out of his mouth, the cigarette he threw away was carried away by a nonexistient wind it flew away and away until it hit the void, the cigratte burned a black flame consuming it and then burning along the void suddenly the void surrounding the 1st Heaven Shadow Slave, was covered in black flames, two half black -half white smiling masks enveloped an entire void completely swallowing the 1st Heaven.
From afar it seemed as if an egg was caught in flames, as the flames burned brighter, and the mask dissolved, Lazy Corpse Emperor smiles grimly as he looked at the tall inn black tinted with yellow Hunter.
Echo looked at black flames surrounding them and then at the Odd hunter and said in disgust
"Misinformation Spreader"
The moment the name appeared, faint images of a mask half black-half white, appeared everywhere like snow a diabolical laughter echoed everywhere in the surroundings, and amidst the snow of masks the odd hunter turned to dust slowly and in disappeared into the wind and in its place stood a cracked mask.
Up in the air, as if on a platform stood the being his existence itself seemed as if it was source the origin of all Discord
He stood, he was unbelievable tall, his hair long, vibrant yellow hair with a messy, wind-swept texture that reaches down to his shoulders, his entire face is concealed by a striking, split mask. The right side is bone white, and the left side is pitch black. A wide, exaggerated "U" shaped smile is carved into the mask, curving upward toward the eye slits.
He spread his hands in the air, his flowing yellow Daoist robe with wide dancing in the air alongside his yellow vibrant hair, the black-and-white smiling mask on his robe changed patterns constantly as they danced in the air their smiles giving off a eerie festive aura, his mood seemed unknowable as he always seemed smiling and yet not.
"Misnfo, its truly is you"
Lazy Corpse Emperor, said in genuine hate,
"Before the end i had forgotten how much i hated your existence even the mortals didn't die, i was a fool to believe you would have died"
"Now now, uncle stop saying such words u hurt dear old me deeply"
SomePurifyingDude stared at the scene with puzzlement before asking
"Who is Misinformation Spreader?"