When those thousand years were ended, the Demon had to be released from his prison. Once he came out, he would deceive the countries at the four corners. His wings were Profound Darkness, blotting out the sky and sun. He was the Demon from the end, the Watcher who buried civilizations.
The earth split for tens of thousands of miles, and scalding molten lava flowed like blood, stretching on without end. Beneath the uttermost reaches of the earth, in the deepest Abyss of the Abyss, the Demon who endured torment day and night was about to break free. His anger was enough to boil the Sea of Knowledge dry, his venom enough to overturn the Time Continent. The Dream Ladder lost its luster because of his brutality, Ruby Mountain sank into eternal, ceaseless tremors. He would bring blades and war to the earth, and leave the sky no peace.
Heaven fell to the mortal world. The blood of blasphemers had to be drained in the Holy War; the bodies of blasphemers had to be pierced by the sharpest spears and driven back into the deepest Abyss of the Abyss, imprisoned in darkness for all eternity. Even the sight of a single ray of sunlight would burn through their pupils. Only then would all living beings revere and love Heaven's lord.
Angels came from the four corners. Their wings were brighter than sunlight, and linked together they formed a banner. Demon blood dripped onto it, and it would take three days and three nights to flow back to the earth.
God was angered. The Miracles they sent down were as countless and endless as raindrops, enough to annihilate everything in the world three thousand times over. They went to war in person, treading upon the Mountain of Corpses and Sea of