Chapter 1: Prologue
In a lofty hall enveloped in mist, at the end of a flight of dozens of feet long Green Jade Stairs, a man in a golden robe sat upright on a giant chair as white as jade.
The dazzling hall was now in disarray!
Not only were there many broken weapons such as axes, hooks, and forks discarded on the ground, but various rare treasures were scattered everywhere, and several of the enormous dragon columns on both sides had shattered, leaving only half of the column bases.
The grandeur and majesty of the hall was dead silent. Aside from the man in the golden robe sitting alone, there were no other figures.
The man in the golden robe seed oblivious to this, rely staring blankly at an item on the ground not far in front of him.
On a big signboard that was almost half missing, the two huge golden characters “Lingxiao” emitted an endless aura of majesty.
“Boom!” went a loud noise!
Following a slight tremor of the hall, nurous Silver Spirit Patterns appeared from every corner and spread rapidly. Layer upon layer, more and more, within monts they spread across the entire hall like a giant net.
The thunderous noise outside was incessant, the Silver Spirit Patterns in the hall flickered incessantly, while the ground cracked and the ceiling emitted a creaking sound.
“Finally, this mont has arrived!”
The man in the golden robe finally lifted his head, muttered a phrase, looking towards the ceiling of the hall, a faint layer of white light covering his face, making it impossible to see his features.
At the top of the purple-golden hall, it suddenly shattered with a “bang,” amidst countless flying fragnts, a Giant Demonic Hand the size of a mountain ruthlessly reached for the man in the golden robe.
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A golden mountain, over ten thousand feet high, cocooned by the Green Demon Fla, had been continuously echoing the voice of chanting from the temple at the top of the mountain. At the sa ti, countless Golden Sanskrit characters were flying out, desperately resisting the approach of the nearby Demon Fla.
As ti went on, fewer and fewer Sanskrit characters flew out from the mountain, and the voices of Buddhist chants gradually faded. Soon they were drowned out by the rolling green flas, leaving no sound at all.
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In the gloomy netherworld, at the gate of the Sinister Black City, countless bizarre ghost creatures rushed out, so fierce ghosts either rode the strange wind or burrowed into the ground to escape, disappearing like a flood into the Gray Wilderness outside.
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In the human world, at noon ti!
The sky was pitch black, with no sunlight to be seen. Both cities and wilderness appeared as if it was deep night, with only faint lights visible.
In so towns, amid the lights, countless people could be seen looking up towards the dark sky, either dumbfounded or extraordinarily panicked.
From the black sky ca waves of low humming, growing louder and sharper with ti, as if countless people were quietly weeping. The sound was infinitely sad, provoking tears in those who heard it.
Almost simultaneously, the high altitude sky flickered with nurous red lights. Following this, crimson teorites of various sizes pierced the dark veil, the larger ones resembling mountains, and the smaller ones as big as houses, thunderously falling down towards the human world, spreading over the Four Continents.
In the Great Tang era, when the demonic beings swallowed the sky, the Heaven wept, and Heavenly Fire descended upon the world, causing heavy casualties among the people. – Records of Devil Tribulation.
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