In an instant, the temperature inside the Hall of Praise began to skyrocket wildly.
As Huai Shi breathed, it felt as though he were swallowing boiling water, the stabbing pain spreading through his lungs and entrails. The blood pooling on the ground dried up rapidly, while rising vapor fell onto the steel with a sharp hiss.
The storm clouds above the Sky Dome dispersed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In their place came a tempest dozens of times more violent.
Hot air rose, cold currents sank.
Under the Creator's hidden blessing, the simplest phenomenon in physics added fuel to the fire, venting the turmoil of the Present Realm into this patch of hell.
The foehn winds swept through.
Terrifying temperatures beyond the sight of the naked eye filled the air. No flames could be seen, nor could anyone see anything burning; they could only witness the miserable spectacle of all things turning to ash.
And this was merely the aftermath of the aftermath!
When the correction value accumulated by the Crowned One, the Saint Who Quells Rebellion, through slaughtering countless Hell Swarms and legions over the ages was poured into the Sword of Eden, the four-edged spinning sword of flame described in the holy scriptures, hanging high beyond Heaven, finally regained its true form.
The void flames were given material mass. The colossal pillar of fire that reached from heaven to earth spun rapidly like a drill, carrying a terrifying temperature comparable to the sun's core and a judgment forged against all solidity and hell. From the deepest layer of the Dust Realm, from that eternal gloom, it shot into the sky!
In the blink of an eye, Heaven of Good Deeds, breached! Heaven of Life, breached! Heaven of Knowledge, breached!
It pierced through three realms before