In the midst of chaos on the Qianlong Continent,
one of the ten realms of the lower world, the Senluo Continent.
Unlike other continents, this land is filled with the survival rule of the weak being preyed upon by the strong.
The strong live, while the weak die; there is no justice or reason to speak of.
It is precisely for this reason that this continent has become a notorious den of filth in the lower world, extremely chaotic.
Many powerful beings who have committed heinous crimes on other continents ultimately have no choice but to flee to the Senluo Continent.
The strong can live comfortably here, but the weak face a tragic fate.
At this moment, in a dark and cold hall somewhere on the Senluo Continent,
a young figure sits calmly on a bone-white throne.
Surrounded by swirling black mist, his face is obscured.
Long gray-white hair cascades to the ground, and behind him are a pair of strange black and white wings, enveloped in the energy of yin and yang.