The thirty-fifth year of Changsheng.
Azure Fire descended from the heavens; a Yao Emperor crossed worlds to arrive.
Vast azure flames blotted out the sky and sun, burning throughout the Land of Three Rivers in the Black Mountain Range. Everything within ten thousand miles cowered beneath their overwhelming might.
Though that was an exaggeration, on that day, at that moment, the many members of the Demon Race who looked north could all see what seemed to be that entire stretch of heaven and earth engulfed by a boundless sky of Azure Flame.
Blazing fire surged to the heavens, bringing destruction upon the world.
Before that resplendent heavenly might, the sun and moon lost their light.
Yin Palace, which had held sway over the outskirts of the Heavenly River, including Fallen Dragon Ridge, the Black Mountain Range, and the surrounding regions for over a century, went up in flames as well, reduced at last to something beneath another's crotch.
Those Lords of Yin Palace had schemed their entire lives, hoping to seize the momentum of Heaven's Rift and rise, only to meet such an end. Pitiful, yet laughable.
But no yao paid any attention to that anymore.
All eyes were now on the Azure Yao Emperor, who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and forcibly conquered the Six Lords of Yin Palace. For a time, their thoughts varied, each somewhat different.
Beneath the Black Tortoise Grand Formation, in that same extremely secluded region.
The old turtle so skilled at swindling and deception-White Mountain, the split-off body of the Green Mountain Yao King-had been delivering its latest report. Its audience was naturally the figure at the center of the chains in this mysterious region, the fellow suspected to be Zhou Hu King's original body.
Zhou Hu of the Southern Ghost Mansion,