The Demon Register as Brush, Ten Thousand Demons as Ink

Just as Cui Yuan's thoughts ran wild,

the clear sky suddenly darkened.

"Hm?"

Cui Yuan froze and looked up.

"It's the middle of the day. How could—"

He never finished.

His pupils shrank to the size of enoki mushrooms.

Above Chang'an,

dark clouds had gathered without anyone noticing.

The heavy clouds churned wildly, as though someone had poured a vat of ink across the sky over the city.

In an instant, all of Chang'an plunged from daylight into night.

"Is this... a heavenly dog devouring the sun?! No..."

"What... what on earth is this...?"

Cui Yuan felt his calves cramp.

After so many years in the Demon Suppression Office, what hadn't he seen?

But an omen covering all of Chang'an? He had never even heard of one, let alone seen it!

"What are you panicking for?"

An aged voice sounded beside him.

Cui Yuan jolted and spun around.

The old man who should have been inside the Martial Temple stood at his side. Cui Yuan had no idea when he had arrived.

"S-senior?"

Cui Yuan stammered, "What... what's happening? Does an unparalleled Great Demon intend to sneak into Chang'an?!"

"A Great Demon?"

The old man murmured, "Even if it were a Great Demon... I fear not even a legendary Demon Sage descending in person could cause such a spectacle."

"Then what is—"

He never finished.

A sea of ink surged.

High above Chang'an, an ancient scroll began to unfurl across heaven and earth, vast enough to blot out the sun.

Then—

Aang—!!!

A dragon's cry rang through the highest heavens.

Ink swirled within the scroll.

An enormous white figure burst through the ink on its eastern side.

Its horns resembled a deer's, its head a camel's, its eyes a rabbit's, its neck a snake's, its belly a mirage clam's, its