"Open the shrine; cast the spell!"
Looking down from the Connate Cliff, the world below looked like a pitch-black ocean. It looked as if many nameless ocean beasts were tumbling and roaring in the ink-colored black ocean of clouds among the occasional blinding lightning flashes.
The high platform on the cliff was about 1,000 meters high. On the platform was a three-legged cauldron with engraved dragon patterns, and a coiled dragon incense stick was burning with thick black smoke gushing out.
The smoke that was as black as ink turned the whole ocean of clouds below the cliff into black, and a big black flag embroidered with complicated bright yellow runes flapped in the gust like a black dragon.
-In the mortal world-