In the courtyard, withered yellow fallen leaves fluttered.
Beside the stone table, Linley, dressed in a black robe with silver thread patterns, waved his hand, and the Floating Shadow Crystal Ball automatically flew over. The moment his clear gaze focused on it, his Spiritual Sense probed inside.
In an instant, a floating shadow appeared. A blazing flame burned furiously, and a Vermillion Bird phantom over a thousand meters in size flapped its wings and soared across the sky. It suddenly plummeted like a scorching sun coming into contact with the earth, blooming with brilliant firelight that rapidly splattered, igniting streets, buildings, and lives.
Many people died in agony, and others struggled desperately to survive.
Linley, dressed in a cyan-green robe with tree-vine patterns, raised his eyebrows slightly. As if brewing something within, he held a brush, dotted it with ink, and swung it to paint. The entire process was done in one go, as natural as floating clouds and flowing water.
Liko cautiously leaned over to take a look, her face turning slightly pale as a somewhat suffocating sense of oppression washed over her.
The sea of fire towering in the clouds devoured vibrant lives one by one in the city. Under Linley's brush, they seemed to come alive with vivid detail, and the miserable and desperate scenes of struggle seemed to leap off the paper.
Within a century, this was the third city destroyed, slaughtered, and burned by the Four Divine Beast Families using ruthless methods. The tens of millions of dead were all closely related to the Reynalds Family. Now, everyone in Hell knew that this was a warning and a vent of fury.
This seems to be a form of cultivation as well...
Liko had her suspicions. She had accompanied Linley for many years and fancied herself