The overwhelming pressure of the Dominator, vast and majestic, fills the Dinsional Esophagus below, an aura of the supre Dominator’s authority!
Under normal circumstances, when an enraged Dominator descends, the World Masters would flee in terror, scattering everywhere. However, in this Dinsional Esophagus, the desperate exiles of the Endless World gather together, and the situation... is entirely different!
The atmosphere is oppressively terrifying.
The exiles who were once hopeless now seem reborn, their greed and desire overcoming everything. Their eyes burn with intensity as they look up at the Dominator’s head peeking in from outside the Dinsional Esophagus. So even seed eager and filled with reckless excitent.
Such a horrific scene, even the Dominator was montarily stunned.
The vast sky is terrifyingly silent, oppressive, and dreadful.
This place gathers over three hundred exiles, each at least several epochs old ancient creature. If they all go berserk, the consequences...
With a "swish," the Demon Doll suddenly appears beneath the massive head with thousands of compound eyes.
Even enveloped in the Dominator’s oppressive aura, it behaves with no abnormality. Its tiny figure, missing half its body, with its only eye gazes up at the Dominator exuding endless authority.
"Hmph, this old tree belongs to us now. No matter your reason, you better leave the Coffin of Hope Gathering Place imdiately, or stay forever in the Dinsional Esophagus."
Buzz!
Suddenly, during negotiation, the Demon Doll is slashed silently by a knife edge thousands of ters long from behind a crack, leaving a diagonal black mark on its remaining half body.
"You lowly creature! Just a big ant! What are you to dare gesticulate before the great Four Sovereigns Slash, so presumptuous!"
A Dominator, with a Dominator’s authority, especially one in a state of rage and frenzy!
It’s like a World Master facing mockery from a group of Third-Level Creatures, and even more unbearable is this brazen existence threatening it.
Nurous compound eyes, the many eyeballs of the Four Sovereigns Slash aim at this place appearing only in legends — the dark, terrifying, deep illusionary land, the Dinsional Esophagus at the edge of being banished by ti and space.
Here, ti holds no regularity or aning.
Without the diating coordinates of the Material World, there could occur an endless consumption by the Endless World, transcending space and ti, within reach yet ends of the earth.
Not ntioning the terrifying situations so Dominators have painted trying to venture inside, even relying on the Soul of the Dominator to escape, one wouldn’t know where they would end up in the boundless Endless World, within hundreds, thousands, or even epochs of years.
This is the horror of the deep illusionary edge, the fear of the land banished by ti and space.
Eerily, these exiles gathered in deep illusion don’t tremble under the Dominator’s awe. Instead, they all fixate on it, oppressive and terrifying, with so even showing absurd eagerness.
Have they gone mad?
No!
Must seize the Chrono Tree swiftly, retrieve its lost soil, and leave this deep illusionary land.
This place is too eerie.
To maintain the dium of Material World coordinates here, consus a vast amount of Soul of the Dominator every second. Were it not the soil being the trade of an agreent between the Four Sovereigns Slash and another Dominator, stolen during the nurturing process in a Special Rules World, they wouldn’t have co to this burial ground of the Dinsional Edge.
"Damn thief!"
The Four Sovereigns Slash was furious, among thousands of compound eyes, one suddenly shot a pale golden beam, flashing towards the Chrono Tree.
As if to confine it and leave this banished land first.
Swish!
However, at this mont, a sinister small figure suddenly appears in front of the Chrono Tree.
The small figure, with its single arm, points at the golden beam, emanating a dense ash illusionary aura, a black column of light appears!
The single eye is filled with sinister ferocity. The Demon Doll, always silent and mysterious, seems now shrouded in endless shadow, on the verge of volcanic eruption, oppressively suffocating.
The cut on the Demon Doll’s body is continuously eroded and destroyed by ash aura, starting to heal, albeit in the purest form of black ash.
Roaring rumbles!
Buzzing...
First, a violent explosion follows, and then a twisted vortex. The black and golden beams intersect, canceling each other out randomly.
Such a scene left half of the thousands of eyes of the Four Sovereigns Slash aiming straight at the Demon Doll in front of the Chrono Tree!
Not dead?
Suddenly, the Demon Doll raises the face hidden in shadow, the other half of the body filled with black ash, a half-normal face intertwined with black ash, eerie and odd. The completely black ash arm, pointing towards the Four Sovereigns Slash Dominator’s head inside the Gate of Space-Ti.
"This ti, the challenge for the Casket Ascenders, hunt the Dominator Almighty Soul."
Instantly, with the utterance of "Omnipotent Soul" from the Demon Doll’s mouth, these exiles bound for epochs in the Dinsional Esophagus went nearly insane.
Like hungry sharks slling blood, not knowing who first took the lead, imdiately afterward, the entire Coffin of Hope Gathering Place, over three hundred exiles, without any hesitation, overwhelmingly, surged towards the Four Sovereigns Slash Dominator opening the Gate of Space-Ti.
This is not just greed and survival desire, but the authority and power brought by the Casket Ascenders rules!
Hundreds of Level Six Creatures, struggling survival through epochs in the Dinsional Esophagus, each pushing their potential to the limit, tortured by the unstoppable consumption rule of the Dinsional Esophagus, trapped in despair.
For a shred of hope, for the longing for freedom, relentlessly challenging these knowing near impossible, nearly hopeless Ascenders, year after year gathering.
And now, at this gathering of so many desperate exiles, appears a Dominator capable of restoring their freedom, nurturing with rich Omnipotent Soul!
Death, has long been savored by these exiles fully.
Every second, every day, every slumber, every epoch, these exiles fully embrace the death fear brought by Dinsional Esophagus consumption.
Exiles here simply disregard the fraworks of the Material World’s rules, disregard the insurmountable gap between Dominators and World Masters. A Dominator here represents the ultimate challenge, represents hope to escape Dinsional Esophagus consumption after victory, represents a more powerful lifeform, nothing more!
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish...
At this mont, hundreds of exiles unmoved by death, surround the Gate of Space-Ti, blooming like death fireworks.
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