From the firmament, burning divine flames poured down like a torrential rain.
Majestic mountains, vast plains, densely populated cities... within a radius of ten thousand miles, everything had turned into a sea of fire.
Heaven and earth became a bronze furnace, incinerating all things.
The city walls were covered in forbidden formations, yet they were burned to ashes like paper mache. The living beings within the city did not even have time to flee before they were swallowed by the boundless inferno.
Shrill, despairing screams rose one after another amid the raging flames.
In but a moment.
Only rampaging flames remained between heaven and earth; no other sight could be seen.
That land of ten thousand miles was left with nothing but scorched earth as far as the eye could see.
In the distance, a group of cultivators watched all this with faces livid, their eyes splitting with rage.
"Martial Uncle, this... what exactly is happening? Why have so many natural disasters appeared...?"
Someone looked dazed, utterly lost.
"It has been more than half a year. Strange and terrifying natural disasters have erupted everywhere across the world, and who knew how many lineages have vanished in smoke and ashes. Could it be that the apocalypse is coming?"
Someone else was deeply worried.
Over the past half year, all kinds of natural disasters had appeared repeatedly throughout the world: divine flames that burned everything,
Thunderstorms filled with a terrifying aura of destruction,
Golden light ravaging like a storm,
Black muddy currents like a celestial river bursting its banks...
Every kind of disaster was incomparably forbidden, like the furious heavenly might of the Heavenly Dao descending upon the world. They wrought immense destruction, leaving living beings in misery and countless dead and wounded.
Not only ordinary cultivation factions—even some top-tier Dao lineages