Abyss Island, Ghost City of the Netherworld.
The dark grave was now barren, and lightning snaked across the broken stone tablets.
Under the haziness, the ghostly spirit fled in panic from the thunder calamity, dying with a miserable scream.
An orange figure stood alone outside these ruined extreme grounds. He looked into the distance like a rock, unmoved despite the wind and thunder.
"Boom!"
The saint calamity descended.
The Blood World Pearl emitted a bright blood-red light as if it had swallowed the most delicious tonic.
The dark red color that filled the sky became even more intense.
"Swish swish swish..."
Swallowed by the Blood World Pearl, a wave of energy from the saint calamity crashed onto a massive ancient book resting upon the illusory, ethereal shade of green.
The ancient book flipped through the pages and spread out its energy to the souls of the Ghost City of the Netherworld.
"Qi"
