Another corner of the Endless Abyss.
A jet of blinding light crossed the air and thrusted into one of the abysses. Just like a vortex or a revolving lake, a terrifying deranged fate power emerged.
Swish!
Sauron walked out of that abyss. He was wearing an old-style silver robe, his hair tied up into a bun. He looked calm and cold like a scholar with ease and natural poise.
He crossed his arms in front of his chest and eyed the Absolute Beginning Gateway in the distance, his eyes getting brighter.
Shadows hovered from that abyss. They were Zhen Ru, Cantecie, Fan De Lei, and some experts of other clans; all of them were at the Territory Ancestor Realm. Those people had come to follow Sauron, betting their fate and the future of the clan on Sauron.
"Are they here yet?" Zhen Ru's eyes sparkled with cold light. She clenched her jaw. "We've been waiting for so long. They should be here."
