A living hell.
The Hell Rift had long since opened, and the evil ghosts pouring out swept over all living things.
A scene Bai Yujun had once glimpsed in a daze had truly come to pass. Crimson Hellfire burned everything—mountains, trees, houses, riverways. Everything was burning.
Ashes blotted out the vault of heaven, while black smoke clouds were lit by the flames until they resembled burning sunset clouds.
Yet these flames would not burn themselves out anytime soon.
Take those great trees, for instance. Once their leaves had burned away, their trunks would not burn to ash. Flames clung to them, yet they did not fall. Rather than burning everything to nothing, it was more like transforming the land into a bizarre world. The original things remained, only tainted by Hellfire and surrounded by evil ghosts.
Hellfire surged forward, devouring all in its path, while countless ugly evil ghosts wailed and shrieked ahead of it.
Straight ahead, a lush green bamboo forest swayed in the wind...
The one in hell had finally noticed Bamboo Spring Temple's anomaly. Though the little Buddhist temple could not compare with those magnificent imperial temples overflowing with incense offerings, it happened to sit upon a node in the earth veins, suppressing the surrounding region. The Hell Rift had thus been obstructed. After several minor probes, they launched a full-scale assault, intending to destroy the obstacle in one stroke.
Ugly monsters raced on all fours.
They had no ears, eyes, or noses—only a mouth full of sharp teeth and half a head.
Powerful evil ghosts joined forces to withstand the seemingly faint yet actually vast Buddhist radiance of Bamboo Spring Temple. They adopted the attitude that even if they had to grind themselves away with their lives, they would wear down Bamboo Spring Temple. The ancient