Half an incense stick of time ago.
The Western Land.
An Evil God Temple stood majestically between the cracks of Chaos and Order.
The aura of evil was like an abyss, sweeping across the ten directions, transforming into rolling black clouds pressing towards the border; the malevolence was like a sword, thrusting straight into Jiuxiao, tearing the Heavenly Vault with countless blood-colored cracks.
Around the temple, millions of blood-red rays intertwined into a net, like the twilight of doomsday, covering the entire void with a vast overwhelming presence.
Within those rays contained the grievances and pain of countless living beings.
Numerous Demon God Banners wantonly danced in this blood light, their flag surfaces rustling, sounding like cries and laments, as if the Demon Gods were whispering.
On the altar, Shen Ni stood with hands behind his back, his black robe surging like the night, surrounded by shattered fragments of space and time.
