A moment comes in one's life where they realize that events would sometimes unfold in the worst possible ways, and they had no way to overcome them. They would feel a sense of helplessness as they shook their heads depreciatingly, wondering why their luck was always this bad. They would feel chains wrapping around them as they were dragged further and further down, continuing to sink until only darkness remained for them.
The many beings in the centermost cavern of the Treasure Abode where the Devilish Time Unveiler lay were just beginning to feel this familiar feeling.
They physically began to feel space constricting around them first as the being rising from the black coffin used some inexplicable technique to restrict any and all spatial movements. They then emotionally began to feel this same feeling as they began to understand just who the deformed skeleton with atrophied muscles was.
"I thought I would catch many more fish in my net with how widely I spread the news, you know?"
CRACK!
The decrepit skeleton was nonchalantly talking as it stretched in bones that had not been moved in hundreds of years, the blackened muscle covering it slowly pulsing as it was seemingly being filled with more and more energy with time.
None of the individuals in the cavern replied at the words of the skeleton, because all the beings that chose to come into this Treasure Abode knew the one that should have been buried dead and long gone in history.
They knew the history of the being that should be dead, the being that was now actually standing in front of them. They knew of the cruelty of the Devilish Time Unveiler!
Somehow, inexplicably, the being that should have been dead hundreds of years ago had just risen from his grave!
The Cultivators, Magi, and other beings in the wide cavern at the center of the Treasure Abode did not reply to the nonchalant voice because they knew words meant less than nothing to this being.
His name was achieved after years of strength and terror that caused everyone to know him by the title of the Devilish Time Unveiler. A cunning old cultivator who had the best schemes and plans, his power made even worse because he was adept in the Law of Space and the Law of Time.
Many of those that were not knowledgeable didn't know this, but the Devilish Time Unveiler was studying one of the Ultimate Laws, the Law of Spacetime!
He schemed against his enemies days and months in advance, appearing before them even when they had not began to think of going against him. Many of his enemies would die without even knowing why, with the last words they hear always being- "You should not have planned to act against me!"
Those entering this Treasure Abode knew the history of the being in front of them full well, and they realized they had just been caught in a scheme by one of the most powerful cultivators in the World of Cultivation. An old devil that should have been long dead, but had actually been scheming all this time, and they had fallen for it. Some were already trembling as they felt their legs weakening, their bodies losing strength as they knew one resounding truth about the Devilish Time Unveiler- All of his schemes were successful.
Those with more knowledge developed even stronger fear because they already knew it to be an impossibility to get out of the grasp of a master of the Law of Space and Time. Some developed crazed looks as they were unwilling, a single being breaking the silence as they shouted maddeningly.
"I- I am the son of Sect Master Charlie of the Grand Dominion Sect! He's a peak Saint Realm cultivator who will give you whatever you want if you let me out ali-"
POP!
The oozing skeletal finger taped slightly in the air as an attack traveled through space and arrived at the position of the talking cutlivator in less than a second, smashing into him and flinging him back as a mass of bleeding flesh. The origin and essence of the cultivator then quickly drained into the ground as pulsating veins could barely be made visible at this moment in time. These pulsating veins on the ground all led towards the temple, converging on the black coffin where a decrepit skeleton continued to stand on. The atrophied muscles on his body became just a few millimeters bigger after the death of this cultivator and the absorption of their origin.
"Ah, I'll have to apologize to all of you today. But I am just too ravenous, and I have been stuck in here for too long."
The voice rang out nonchalantly again as the raised skeletal hand did not go back down, but stayed in the air as it continued to tap several times.
POP!
POP!
POP!
Powerful individuals that could be considered experts in the outside world were struck inexplicably by these attacks that traveled through space, and those with weak defenses found themselves exploding into bloody mass of gore instantly as their origin and essence was quickly absorbed, lines of arteries and veins beginning to prominently appear on the body of the skeleton as it killed more and more people.
Grand Elder Amos and the Black Serpent let out maddening shouts as they used the tremendous strength in their bodies...and started sending attacks towards the skeleton standing atop the black coffin.
The Celestial, Drax, opened the third eye on his forehead even wider as it began to bleed, letting out attacks of his own as he spoke clearly to all the beings remaining in the cavern.
"Focus all your attacks on him now, don't let him kill any more of us, or we will all die!"
The Punisher at the peak of Rank 3 Celestial, or Saint Realm, finally began moving as the life of the Celestial he was commanded to protect was in great danger.
A crackle of a laugh was the only thing heard resounding through the cavern as the schemer from hundreds of years ago moved his fingers yet again to meet the oncoming attacks.