In the Luojing Divine Palace, Yu Youyuan of the East Abyss sat on the high platform of the main hall of the Divine Palace. His dark gold robe draped like the night, with the Truth Divine Pattern on the robe flickering, casting his sharp features in a more austere light.
His appearance was rather disheveled; the jade crown and divine diadem on his head had shattered at some point, his black hair spilled over his shoulders, and his battle robes bore scorch marks, with faint traces of dark golden blood seeping through the gaps in his armor. Yet, he sat there, steadfast and imposing on the Divine Platform, his divine power as daunting as a prison, and as profound as an abyss.
Between his brows was a vertical eye in the shape of Tai Chi, spinning madly, reflecting the seven abyssal phantoms shuttling through the spatial rift in the depths of its pupil.
