It was an unusual day on a massive planet with a deep reddish hue. The planet didn't rotate, leaving one half in eternal daylight. This was the main planet of the Empire of Natural Harmony. But today, harmony felt far away.
The nine races and all the cultivators could sense the heavy atmosphere. The air vibrated with tension, and a dark aura of fear hung over everyone. In a distant region from the imperial city, powerful figures stood on a red battlefield.
The ground was stained with blood, bodies scattered everywhere, and the thick, palpable Yin of death filled the air. On one side were thousands of cultivators from various backgrounds; on the other, the soldiers of King Chromaraic Deion.
However, at that moment, there was no fighting. The two forces were at a standstill, a pause filled with expectation, as a figure had arrived to tip the balance: King Deion.
