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 seemed oblivious to this, merely 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, numerous Silver Spirit Patterns appeared from every corner and spread rapidly. Layer upon layer, more and more, within moments 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 moment 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 fragments, 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 Flame, had been continuously echoing the voice of chanting from the temple at the top of the mountain. At the same time, countless Golden Sanskrit characters were flying out, desperately resisting the approach of the nearby Demon Flame.

As time 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 flames, 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, some 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 time!

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 some towns, amid the lights, countless people could be seen looking up towards the dark sky, either dumbfounded or extraordinarily panicked.

From the black sky came waves of low humming, growing louder and sharper with time, 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 numerous red lights. Following this, crimson meteorites 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.