It never snowed in the Purple Wasteland Hills; even rain fell like boiling broth. Thousand Calamities Grotto was all the more a fiery cavern, like the maw of some ancient flame beast, rolling out waves of heat with every opening and closing.
Dust and haze stained the Sky Void, an eternal canopy of gloom that never dispersed, as though deliberately concealing this wicked world, unwilling to let it be seen by the golden sun transformed from the Demon Emperor's eye.
The Magma Lake, over three thousand li across, surged without rest day and night. All "flesh-forges" were powered by geothermal heat, while most "soul-refining pools" used magma essence as their core.
The flesh-forgers here called the passage that those treasured creations had to make beneath the flaming waterfalls "wash-forging." The bone-eroding roar and wails of agony together played the music that endured here.
More than nine thousand cave chambers were embedded in the cavern walls like dark, eerie eyes. Tiger Taisui had exhausted every method to explore the different possibilities of different lives... These chambers, no two alike, were themselves different hells.
Cave One, Cave Twenty-Seven, Cave Thirty-Three, Cave Nine, Cave Forty-Six, Cave Four Hundred Seventy-Two... Bear Three Thoughts had passed through many of them, and to this day still held the limit records for most of the chambers.
At the final moment in the Sea of Myriad Gods, Bear Three Thoughts had stunned all with a single spear strike. Once that strike was brought back to The Present World, Ji Zhaonan had endured its torment day after day, night after night.
High within the enormous main cavern, corridors of flesh and blood intertwined with iron suspension bridges like a spiderweb. All manner of bizarre creations raced along this "Spiderweb Avenue."
Calamity Water's Evil Visions were born naturally. But these