The Coronation of Ruby Mountain

A massacre, or a coronation.

Looking down, there were Silver Apprentices floating on the misty sea, Golden Travelers walking across Rainstorm Continent, and rainbow explorers caught amid illusory rifts... They were the humble masses. All they could do was raise their heads and gaze up at this great undertaking, their eyes like flickering starlight, setting the stage for the glorious radiance of this enthronement.

Looking up, there were proud gods hidden in the shadows. They were disdainful, jealous, filled with malice, brimming with killing intent—but they could only watch. Above the shadows stood five great beings upon the clouds, their gazes falling like gales and torrential rain, catering to the merciless cruelty of this massacre.

The place where everyone's eyes focused was the summit of Ruby Mountain. That figure, one Yin Gula knew all too well, was standing on the far side of Mountain Top. Because he had his back to the viewpoint, Yin Gula could not see his expression, nor could he make out who was in front of him. He could only vaguely see the outline of light and shadow.

By now, Yin Gula was no longer surprised to see Ash surfing the tides of the age, but he did not feel annoyed either. His heart held only a deep sense of anticipation. Because he faintly realized that this scene was not the final curtain of a disaster, but the beginning of something great.

When Ash raised his blade high and slashed at the light and shadow, the entire Void Realm seemed to be drawn along by him. He was like someone wielding a brush, painting the world in his own colors.

From spellcasters below to gods above, everyone could only watch helplessly as he committed his atrocity, watching as he painted the light and shadow into new