He had not yet reached the consummation of the Five Qi, where they generated and restrained one another. Now, without warning, the Three Qi within him had begun to clash. It was perilous; one misstep and he would suffer qi deviation and enter the Demon.
But as he watched the nearby True Immortals suffer grievous losses and all of Mount Vermilion Bright fall into danger, the Three-Qi Immortal could only sigh. "A calamity..."
Ignoring his own injuries, he pointed at the crescent moon teetering in midair.
The Jade Pendant, which had been radiating blood-red light and was on the verge of falling from the sky, began to spin and transform. Its radiance became a thin light tinged faintly red. Though exceedingly weak, it shone on everything. It was the Primordial Light.
The light illuminated all of Mount Vermilion Bright, steadying the entire mountain.
It spread a wash of radiance that protected the surviving True Immortals, then moved them out of the secret realm.
Seeing those thirty or forty True Immortals rescued, the Three-Qi Immortal showed a trace of relief.
Yet before the Three-Qi Immortal could restore his Round-Light Vision amid the conflict within him, his once-ruddy face rapidly aged, filling with dense wrinkles.
Pustules sprang up across his body, a horrifying sight.
The Three-Qi True Lord cried out, "The backlash of the Heavenly Secrets! Body and spirit will perish..."
Before he could finish, he withered as though countless years had passed. At last, he turned to flying ash, body and spirit utterly destroyed.
Across the Eastern Glory World, natural disasters of varying severity broke out.
In temple after temple, cracks sounded for no apparent reason as deity statues split apart.
Even more cities and villages faced earthquakes, floods, mudslides, and other threats. The number of victims was beyond counting.
Plagues