In the boundless skies of the Immortal World, there floated a castle so vast that its shadow could drown mountains in eternal night. Its towers pierced through layers of clouds, its walls forged of obsidian-like stone that shimmered with runic light. Surrounding it, countless illusionary arrays and defiance formations weaved a net of power, distorting reality itself. From afar, the castle seemed both near and unreachable, as though it existed between heaven and illusion.
Every breath of wind carried the resonance of killing intent. Black mist rolled around the floating fortress, within which countless soldiers clad in dark armor stood in endless rows. Their eyes glowed faintly red, each one exuding the aura of a seasoned cultivator who had stepped beyond mortality. This was not an army of men — it was an army forged through war, blood, and unwavering loyalty.
Above the soldiers, defensive arrays pulsed like beating hearts. Some shone with silver light that could repel divine flames, others crackled with violet arcs of lightning that could shatter intruders before they touched the walls.
And deep within the heart of the fortress — the Throne Hall of Shadows.
The grand doors opened into a hall of eternity, its floor carved from black crystal, reflecting both heaven and abyss. At the end of this vast hall rose a throne sculpted of dragon bone and voidstone, surrounded by swirling strands of demonic qi that seemed alive.
Upon it sat a man.
When he breathed, the hall trembled. When his gaze shifted, even the soldiers below instinctively lowered their heads. His very existence was an unspoken law — a force above all.
This was The sovereign whose name alone stirred fear across realms.And on this day, as dark lightning coiled faintly around his throne, the Immortal World itself seemed to whisper — the Devil Emperor had awakened once more.
For mortals below, even gazing upon it brought madness. For cultivators, stepping into its range meant certain death. Only those chosen by its master could set foot upon the Dark Castle.
Inside its great hall, thousands of armored soldiers kneeled in perfect unison. Their weapons were raised, and their heads lowered, voices echoing like thunder:
"All hail the Sovereign!"
"All hail Lord Tian Wu!"
Upon the throne of obsidian, a figure reclined.
His long black hair cascaded down like rivers of ink, framing a face both handsome and cruel. His robes were woven from dark silk embroidered with crimson lines that shimmered like flowing blood. His eyes—twin abysses—seemed to devour all light, exuding an aura that crushed even the bravest into trembling submission.
This was Tian Wu, the Dark Sovereign.
The moment he opened his eyes, the hall trembled. The entire castle quivered, and the skies above the continent dimmed as though the heavens themselves feared his awakening.
He rose slowly, his voice carrying both majesty and malice:
"Remember this name… Tian Wu. For in this world of immortals, I shall reign supreme. Not gods, not saints, not even heaven itself shall bind me."
As his words spread, the air shifted. Two clashing forces erupted from his body—his dark devil aura and a blinding golden divine light. The energies collided violently, forming an endless whirlpool that spiraled into the skies.
A pillar of golden-black light shot upward, piercing the heavens. The shockwave spread across the entire continent, shaking mountains, splitting rivers, and making countless cultivators kneel involuntarily.
Far away, in hidden realms and sacred mountains, five supreme auras stirred.
High above, the first invader descended.
Wrapped in blazing crimson flames, he looked like a burning deity. His voice boomed:
"The War God's inheritance… so it chose you, devil Tian Wu? Hand it over, or your castle shall burn with you inside!"
A second presence followed, a swordsman whose every strand of hair turned into a blade of immortal steel. The sky split apart as he unsheathed his sword.
"The Sword Sect cannot allow such power to remain in the hands of a devil cultivator!"
A third figure appeared, stepping from rifts of space themselves. His aura bent reality, folding the horizon like fragile paper.
"Space bends to me, Tian Wu. Surrender, and I may leave your corpse intact."
The fourth presence roared like a storm. His entire body was cloaked in thunder and lightning, moving so fast he seemed to appear in a hundred places at once.
"Your speed ends here, Dark Sovereign! The Lightning Sect will claim what belongs to heaven!"
Finally, the fifth figure arrived, descending like a falling glacier. His body emanated freezing cold, and each breath he exhaled froze the very clouds.
"A devil with the War God's essence? Ridiculous. That power belongs to the Frost Sect."
The skies trembled under their combined might. Five Celestial Realm Masters, each representing a supreme sect, had descended upon the Dark Castle.
Inside the throne hall, Tian Wu stood tall, his soldiers trembling yet unyielding before the pressure of the five. His long black hair swayed in the storm, and his abyss-like eyes gleamed with killing intent.
"So… the so-called Celestial Masters have come to steal what is mine."
He spread his arms wide, laughter echoing through the heavens.
"Good. Let the world witness… the birth of its new ruler."