In legend, the world had once fallen apart.
When the primordial gods fell from the heavens, the sun vanished without a trace, and the earth became barren. In the darkness, ice frost and Death Flame swept across the land like tides, shrouding everything.
Then, the kings of the Chaos Era dragged the corpses of gods across the earth.
They bound the sun, fought the desolation, imprisoned the darkness, drove away the frost and blazing flames, and remade everything as it was today.
Now, the flames had been rekindled.
As though they had returned once more.
Endless crimson dancing spread across the land. Fine ash and sparks fell from the sky, landing on Lü Yingyue's shoulders like a rain of tears.
The heavy protective suit blocked the heat, but it could not resist the destruction and death rising from the flames. Blazing fire crawled over her skin like parasites clinging to bone.
When she turned back, she could no longer see the way she had come.
But when she looked ahead, there seemed to be nothing left but destruction and death.
She no longer remembered how long she had endured...
Crack!
The crushing pressure of Celestial Origin appeared out of thin air, pulverizing the corpse wriggling in the flames.
Then another one, and another...
The explosions rang out without end.
Amid the burning of the Calamity Flame, those countless dead seemed to have come alive once again. Filled with bitter hatred and resentment, they wailed, wept, prayed—and yet wanted to drag every living thing within reach into hell.
Unless someone sent them back to hell once again...
Just like herself.
At that moment, behind Lü Yingyue, countless corpses and bones burned to charcoal in the flames, piled into a mountain from hell that seemed to stretch beyond the edge of sight.