Several hundreds of miles above a blood-filled and chaos-lingered wasteland, Hale's handsome figure floated in empty air while his golden eyes stared at the scenery below his feet with indifference.
Whoosh!
"I will never forget the number of lives I have claimed and the amount of blood I spilled during my youth in this Realm." feeling the gentle breeze on his face, Hale didn't avert his gaze from the scenery below him and started to talk.
Khal was not surprised by the abrupt start of a conversation and instead followed the gaze of the Emperor of all the existing Realms, only to see how about three hundred miles under his feet thousands of cultivators fought against each other, using different techniques, skills, and Blessings to overcome their enemies and emerge as the final victor.
Yes, Khal had been teleported back into the Fourth Realm once again!
