Angels And Devils Enter God of Death's Tomb

Wang Jian withdrew them, each item bathed in a celestial light. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a single drop of his own blood onto each artifact. This essence, infused with his powerful cultivation, amplified the angelic aura emanating from them.

Now, he possessed a collection of believable relics. But the stage wasn't set. He needed a location, a desolate and treacherous world to be his canvas. The Black Eye Galaxy, notorious for its hazardous celestial bodies, came to mind.

With a decisive thought, he initiated spatial travel, his body dissolving into a swirling vortex of energy. He reappeared on the outskirts of the Black Eye Galaxy, a vast expanse teeming with chaotic energies.

Scanning the area, he fixated upon an unremarkable star, its surface a dull, lifeless brown. This would be his foundation, the foundation of a grand deception.