The craggy rooftop was now carpeted with dark-golden Dark Matter, intertwining through steel bars and concrete like robust vines, their thorn-bristled demeanor exuding a strangely beguiling beauty.
That was the Dark Matter surging from Lu Bu'er's body, clusters of sharp thorns gleaming with a dark-gold luster, shimmering like scorch marks seared into existence, while hot ash drifted through the air, faintly outlining angelic forms.
For the first time in history, he had lost control during his advancement.
His Divine Art Body and Dark Matter Body had both been unleashed.
In a form of nascent fusion.
He knelt on the ground, clasping his head as he endured the agony.
Between his fingers, dark golden eyes flickered wildly.
Half-awake, he wandered the desolate plains, with wild grass swirling like ocean waves, countless fragments suspended in mid-air as if motionless, entwined with vague electrical arcs.