A deep black, elegant silhouette emerged gracefully from the chest of the Fire God Shen Yalie.
He stood above the dark red scale armor protruding from Yalie's chest cavity, as if gazing upon the stars and worlds where his followers dwelled, from the palace of a God Spirit.
Wherever his gaze fell, all creatures should bow in worship and sing his true name in chants.
"My lord."
Fire God Yalie called out softly.
He shook his head gently.
Yalie, and all the Alien Gods from the Outer Realm, fell instantly silent.
He furrowed his brows slightly, an indifferent expression on his face, his eyes as deep as the ocean yet disturbingly calm and waveless.
He had changed out of the bright red dress he usually wore, donning a jet-black robe embroidered with intricate patterns, his allure and charming smile retracted, becoming stern and serious.
He had become, as though he was another person.
He just quietly looked at Pang Jian.
