The grotesque appearances of the Underworld creatures are indescribable. Their thoughts are extremely chaotic and insane, and even their forms seem to be patchworks of various beings.
Humanoids, demon beasts, tentacles, insect limbs... Just like the distant stars of the Underworld losing their order, these bizarre lives of the Underworld have also lost order.
The resentful and frenzied Black Tide incessantly assaults, and at its center, the Demon-Entering Mountain Ancestor is equally insane. It lets the strange spells bombard it, and whenever it devours a bunch of the bizarre, its wounds quickly heal, while its skin turns darker, and its eyes become increasingly frenzied and irrational.
In this dim Underworld, like ancient demons clashing, some sort of astonishingly mad aura is slowly brewing...
In the distant sky shrouded in black mist, several priests of the You Dynasty, wrapped in black robes, are watching from afar, each with a suspicious and uncertain gaze.
