An Muda’s silhouette was blurry as an alarming amount of elemental energy stacked, layer upon layer, around his body like the surging of a deep sea.
The Holy Emperor’s eyes, as sharp as swords, pierced through the layers of elemental energy and saw him very clearly.
He sighed softly. It sounded like the melodious chiming of a clock and it resounded through the Blood of God.
Amid the deep sea of elemental energy, a dazzling brilliance rose around his body, the multicolored splendor appearing like cold flames. His skin was starting to melt into elemental energy and rise into the air like vapor.
Free from the shackles that trapped every other living being, Grandmasters were the most perfect entities in this world. Even their deaths were absolutely beautiful.