Elven cultivators

The intense fluctuations in the laws brought about by the opening of the Gate of the Underworld and the scattering of divine fragments could be felt throughout the entire continent.

Immediately, all factions sent out spies to find out the reason behind this.

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Wind-Weeping Canyon.

All members of the Ring of Annihilation wore expressions of excitement and fervor, their eyes fixed on the massive door before them.

Even the twelve high-ranking officials could barely contain their excitement.

"After planning for hundreds of years, we have finally reached this point."

French murmured softly, his tone carrying an almost pious stillness.

"Let's go."

He took the lead and walked towards the door.

The other eleven executives exchanged glances and quickly followed.

The remaining members of the Ring of Annihilation stayed behind, watching their retreating figures with envy.

The moment they stepped through the door, the light receded sharply, and a grayish-white mist surged in from all directions, engulfing them along with their sounds and warmth.

After a brief feeling of weightlessness, my feet touched the ground again.

Rough and hard, with a dry, cold quality that doesn't belong to rocks or soil.

When the view cleared again, the first thing that caught my eye was the gloomy sky.

Lead-gray clouds filled the sky, as if they might fall at any moment, making one feel inexplicably stuffy in the chest.

"This is the Abyss..." the fourth seat murmured, staring blankly ahead.

What lay before them was a vast, endless wilderness.

The ground was covered with countless fragments of broken bones, which looked like thick white sand dunes at first glance.

The tattered flag lay askew among the pile of bones, its color faded, leaving only strips of dark gray cloth swaying slowly in the wind.

Broken blades and shards of armor were everywhere, some half-buried in the soil, others stuck diagonally among the shattered bones, their surfaces covered with dark rust.

On that vast wilderness, countless corpses stood silently, densely packed together.

They retain the posture they had when they were alive.

Some were holding weapons and maintaining a charging posture.

Some knelt on the ground, one hand covering their chest.

Some were lying sprawled on the ground.

At first glance, it resembles a lifelike stone sculpture.

The sheer number of them was enough to make one gasp.

Even with the composure of French and the others, they were still deeply shocked by what they saw.

In the end, it was French who was the first to come to his senses. He took a deep breath, suppressed his shock, and took out a domino the size of his palm.

The dominoes are entirely black, with a dense, metallic texture. A simple, ancient-style crown is carved on the surface, its lines bold and concise, yet exuding an indescribable majesty.

As French infused his magic, the dominoes trembled, and a thin, hair-like black light shot out from the top of the crown, pointing straight towards a certain direction deep within the battlefield.

"Keep up."

French said something without turning his head, then strode off in the direction the black light was pointing.

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The group immediately followed.

As they ventured deeper, the remains they saw along the way gradually changed.

Some of the remains were exceptionally large, standing as heavy as hills in the wilderness.

Some of the remains resembled dragons, but were much larger than ordinary dragons, with their wing bones half-open, heads slightly drooping, and empty eye sockets staring fixedly in a certain direction.

Some of the corpses resembled giants, their massive bodies kneeling on the ground, their surfaces covered with moss-like gray spots. Even though they were long dead, they still exuded a chilling sense of oppression.

"The first generation of dragons, Titans, the Founding Giants..."

Each time a type of corpse was seen, the Sixth Seat would utter a name.

Although I had read descriptions of the Abyss in the organization's secret documents, the information that words could convey was far less than one ten-thousandth of the real Abyss.

After walking for about half an hour, the terrain ahead finally changed.

A black stone platform rose from the shattered bones, its surface flat, and in the very center stood a throne made of gray and white bone fragments.

On the throne sat a tall and imposing figure.

He was covered entirely in black armor, with broad shoulder armor, and wore a black and red cloak.

Beneath the helmet lay a hollow darkness, devoid of any skull or face, only a bottomless void.

He sat upright on the throne, his back straight, one hand resting on the armrest of the throne, the other hand holding the hilt of his sword, the tip of which was thrust downwards into the platform floor.

Even when he was completely still, his imposing presence was still overwhelming, causing French and the others to swallow hard.

"This is the Black Emperor."

French spoke in a low voice.

"This is also the Lord of the Underworld we are looking for."

The sixth seat's gaze lingered on the figure for a moment before he couldn't help but ask, "What race is he?"

Although they were both in the Eternal Ring, among everyone present, only French knew about the Black Emperor.

French shook his head: "There is no record of this in the documents. The Black Emperor's origins and race are unknown. All that is known is that he has mastered the laws of death and is the embodiment of death."

Everyone was taken aback by these words.

The laws of life and death are the highest level of existential forces, on par with time and space.

Even though the Law of Death only accounts for half of the Law of Life and Death, its rank and power far exceed the power of the four elements.

An existence that has mastered such laws is likely to be beyond the comprehension of ordinary demigods.

French ignored his companion's astonishment, simply opening his hand and letting the domino fly from his palm, transforming into a thin black streak in mid-air before silently disappearing into the center of the black armor's chest cavity.

The moment the dominoes merged, the entire platform and the surrounding ground trembled slightly.

Like a heart that has been dormant for a thousand years beginning to beat again, a deep, resonant vibration spread outwards along the gaps in the bone fragments, shaking off a layer of dust from the surface of the standing corpses.

Crack!

The head of the jet-black armor slowly rose.

With his movement, an extremely terrifying pressure suddenly erupted, pouring out in all directions like a flood bursting its banks.

French and the others tensed up almost simultaneously, their backs involuntarily hunching over.

That sense of oppression comes not only from the power itself, but also from a more fundamental difference in life forms.

It was as if a deity was standing before them.

This completely deterred them from even considering resistance.

However, they were not surprised but rather delighted.

Such a powerful being is sure to conquer the continent.

Neither Hamilton nor Anton were a match for the person standing before them!

Soon, the invisible pressure subsided somewhat.

French and the others were able to stand up straight again and look up.

"...You are the ones who awakened me."

A deep voice came from the darkness of the helmet, with a slow and ancient quality, as if it hadn't spoken in a long time, each word carrying the dryness of long years.

"Yes, Your Majesty." French suppressed his excitement. "The entire Ring of Annihilation welcomes your return."

The Black Emperor slightly raised his head, his gaze seemingly falling on French.

"What era is it now? How long has it been since the War of Annihilation?"

French replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, it is now a new era, the year 9529 of the Dawn Calendar, ten thousand years since the War of Annihilation."

"Ten thousand years..." The Black Emperor paused for a few seconds, "...that much time has passed."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Where is the Dragon God?"

French replied, "Your Majesty, the Dragon God has fallen."

The Black Emperor didn't seem very surprised by this. His reaction was unusually calm. He neither asked for details nor showed any surprise or regret. He just looked up at the gloomy sky, as if he was sensing something.

After a moment, he chuckled softly, the meaning of which was ambiguous.

French and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

Before they could understand the Black Emperor's actions, he spoke again.

"You've done a good job, what reward do you want?"

French replied without hesitation, "Your Majesty, we ask for nothing more than to follow you and spread death to every corner of the Dawn Continent."

The Black Emperor tapped the armrest lightly with his fingers: "Spreading death...that's a pretty good idea."

"What we couldn't finish ten thousand years ago, we can now continue doing."

The moment the last word was uttered, an invisible force of law suddenly erupted from him.

Clang!

In the wilderness, the corpses that had stood silently for countless years suddenly emitted faint rustling sounds, dust from their joints fell away, and one by one they began to move.

Countless subtle sounds converged into a deafening sound wave that resounded throughout the entire abyss.

In just three or four breaths, all the corpses came back to life.

They all knelt on the ground, bowing their heads towards the Black Emperor, offering their loyalty.

French and the others looked around, their faces filled with barely suppressed excitement, their hearts pounding with emotion.

Their era is finally coming!