In fact, from the very moment the Taoist began refining his ghosts, Calamitas had already perceived the entire process from afar.
With her sensory range, events taking place over ten miles away were as clear as day.
She hadn't intervened earlier simply because she wanted to observe.
She wanted to witness firsthand how the ghost refinement of this world actually worked.
That was the only reason those previous horrors were allowed to happen.
Based on Calamitas's observations, the entire ritual could be broken down simply. It had to occur at dusk, during the cosmic shift when worldly Yang Qi faded, Yin Qi surged, and the balance remained unstable.
Using prepared occult arrays, he gathered mortal resentment, terror, and hatred, alongside living souls, dead spirits, severed flesh, and the pure horror of violent death as ritual reagents.
Under the precise drive of spells and formations, a practitioner could create one or more controllable ghosts with various sinister abilities.
Among these steps, the birth horoscopes of the chosen victims were paramount.
They had to align with the spells, arrays, and the specific breed of ghost being crafted. Any mismatch would ruin the refinement.
At that point, the practitioner would at least suffer severe backlash from the collapsing formation, heavily damaging both body and soul.
At worst, it would unleash a spirit backlash that hunted down the caster along invisible Qi tethers, eating them alive down to the bone.
"All in all, an occult art with decent returns, but riddled with nasty hazards."
With a wet POP, Calamitas pulled her finger from the skull of the dead, mustachioed Taoist.
Protected by the barrier of White Empress True Qi, her finger remained completely clean of blood or brain matter, looking like spotless jade.
From there, Calamitas began sorting through the man's scattered memories.
According to his past, his real name was Luan.
On the surface, he was a wandering Taoist who had roamed the alleys of Black Soil Town for years, telling fortunes.
His true identity, however, was a disciple of a hidden faction known as Turtle Esoterica.
Turtle Esoterica was a tiny sect whose numbers barely reached double digits. Its members were obsessed with occult sorcery, completely ignoring human morality, treating thousands of mortal lives as disposable fuel for power.
Upon joining, disciples underwent severe conditioning by elders to erase any guilt when harvesting souls, refining corpses, or crafting ghosts.
At the same time, disciples were trained in deception, disguise, facial alterations, voice mimicry, smooth talk, poisons, and tricks to ensure they could easily gather reagents to advance their dark arts.
In short, by any normal moral standard, every single disciple from Turtle Esoterica was an absolute monster.
Kidnapping mothers and infants, grave-robbing, desecrating corpses, wiping out entire bloodlines, killing the innocent, mutilating bodies, and spreading spectral plagues, there was virtually no crime they wouldn't commit for magical growth.
Take Luan, lying dead at Calamitas's feet. His Taoist robe was an occult artifact crafted to gather Yin Qi and feed malignant ghosts.
The thick yellow talismans beneath his lapels were ritual papers used for substitute puppets, escapes, and soul-reaping curses.
Beyond these, Luan carried a variety of bizarre tools.
His memories contained several techniques: "Subjugation Incantation", "Soul-Loss Curse", "Spirit-Dispersing Curse", "Yin-Yang Sight Art", "Evil-Slaying Mandate Incantation"...
Yet to Calamitas, these tricks were nothing more than garbage.
Flashy and completely lacking depth.
What genuinely caught her interest was a worn book within Luan's memories titled "Source of Myriad Arts".
Rather than a real cultivation manual, it was an exhaustive encyclopedia cataloging ghosts, monstrosities, demons, and spirits across the land.
This single text filled in the missing blanks of Calamitas's knowledge about this world.
She had previously skimmed through "Records and Investigations of Anomalous Entities", which classified ghosts into three broad categories: Human-born Ghosts, Object-born Ghosts, and Corpse Ghosts.
However, that book lacked fine details.
In comparison, "Source of Myriad Arts" went much deeper.
According to its records, Human-born Ghosts manifested from the living souls of mortals who died horribly, born from deep sorrow, resentment, and fury.
They included twelve distinct varieties:
Execution Ghosts, Hanged Ghosts, Drowned Ghosts, Charred Corpse Ghosts, Starving Ghosts, Mother-Child Ghosts, Hearth-Guarding Ghosts, Attachment Ghosts, Gong-Banging Ghosts, Seduction Ghosts, Murderous Ghosts, and Suffocating Resentment Ghosts.
Object-born Ghosts were ordinary items sitting in places of death that absorbed malice and lingering soul fragments.
They numbered eight variations:
The Ghost Bronze Mirror, the Crimson Comb Curse, the Malice Doll, the Red Umbrella Ghost, the Cyan Lantern Ghost, the Coir Raincoat Ghost, the Phantom Cloak, and the Ghost Ship.
Corpse Ghosts emerged when victims died wrongfully or were buried in cursed ground, where intense sorrow remained while the three souls dispersed, leaving intact bodies, bones, or organs to mutate across centuries.
They included seven variations:
White Bone Wraiths, Zombies, Sky-Flying Tablets, Human Skin Fiends, Visceral Sprites, Gloomy Blood Hands, and Blubber Sacks.
Among these, Visceral Sprites were split into three categories: Heart-Organ Sprites, Lung-Organ Sprites, and Gut-Organ Sprites.
Beyond these ghosts, "Source of Myriad Arts" also classified seven types of Spirit Maidens:
Fox Immortals, Crane Immortals, Flower Immortals, Deer Immortals, Python Ladies, Clam Maidens, and Rabbit Maidens.
On the other hand, there were thirteen classifications of Demon Beasts:
Dog/Wolf Demons, Cat Demons, Fish Demons, White Demons (Hedgehogs), Pig Demons, Ash Demons (Rats), Turtle/Tortoise Demons, Crab Demons, Shrimp Demons, Frog/Toad Demons, Monkey Demons, Snake Demons, and Yellow Weasel Demons.
Calamitas noticed an interesting rule recorded in the demon beast logs.
Wild beasts similar to or larger than humans, as well as most birds and insects, were completely incapable of gaining intelligence and becoming demon beasts.
This was an empirical rule discovered by Turtle Esoterica over thousands of years of observation, though the reason remained unknown.
Throughout history, they had never once found tiger demons, lion demons, leopard demons, ape demons, bull demons, horse demons, crocodile demons, elephant demons, or whale demons.
Every natural demon beast ever seen fell strictly within those thirteen species, with no exceptions.
Naturally, the Thousand-Legged Dragon King was an obvious anomaly, having grown into a demon spirit from an ordinary centipede.
However, because the Dragon King hadn't hidden its tracks well enough and leaked hints decades ago, Luan had been sent to Black Soil Town, waiting around the area for nearly eight years.
The true goal was for Turtle Esoterica to find its real nest, capture it for dissection, and take its secrets.
Next came the classification of [Monstrosities], also known as anomalies.
They included ten variations:
Prismatic Miasma, Resonant Valley Echoes, Looping Winding Roads, Wilderness Ghostfires, Tomb Ghostfires, Flying Crimson Flames, Phantom Courtyards, Mirage Pavilions, Displaced Doorways, and Lotus Caves.
Unlike demons and ghosts, Turtle Esoterica's research on anomalies was very shallow.
Even after thousands of years, the sect had failed to understand the triggers or logic behind these strange phenomena.
All they knew was that every anomaly was deadly.
Dangerous enough that even ghosts and demon beasts stumbling into them could die instantly.
As for Spirits, "Source of Myriad Arts" provided clear accounts.
The core definition matched the descriptions found in "Records and Investigations of Anomalous Entities":
Spirits were born from objects that had soaked up lots of human essence and life energy, left alone in isolated areas for centuries to develop a mind.
They comprised seven major classes:
Elder Charms, Jade Beauties, Tome Sprites, Gold-and-Silver Boys, Lecherous Bucks, Painting Spirits, and Inkstone Spirits.
Among them, the Inkstone Spirit was an artifact sprite born from old inkstones.
The Painting Spirit came from antique scrolls. Its personality matched the art style, and it was generally harmless.
The Lecherous Buck grew from the lust of dead men. It hunted women, and if worshiped, had a small chance to evolve into the Five Manifestations Demon-God.
The Gold-and-Silver Boy was born from buried piles of coins. Playful and cruel, it loved messing with travelers, often killing victims through bad pranks.
The Jade Beauty was like the Inkstone Spirit, born from fine jade handled by collectors for generations. It was calm and caused little harm.
The Tome Sprite emerged from libraries after absorbing the thoughts of scholars over centuries. It was harmless and quiet.
Beyond ghosts, anomalies, demon beasts, and spirits, "Source of Myriad Arts" recorded a Fifth Category born from combinations of the other four, known as the Wild Demigods.
They were split into seven varieties:
Plague Deities, Hairy Ghost Deities, Five Manifestations Deities, City Gods, Earth Tutelary Gods, Door Gods, and Ancestral Spirits.
The first three brought zero benefit to people and caused total disaster.
The other four relied heavily on incense and worship. Because of this, they did not harm mortals and often gave blessings.
Having studied these strange entities for thousands of years, Turtle Esoterica gained many rewards.
These took the form of different dark arts and rituals.
However, given Luan's low rank in the sect, his knowledge was limited.
""Star-Gazing Method", "Meridian Yuan-Convergence Esoteric Art", "Coiling Dragon Water-Seeking Art", "Dragon-Tracking Acupoint-Pinpointing Art"."
Violet-azure light flickered in Calamitas's eyes. "Hmm. While these divination arts do not increase combat power, they are great tools for reading world rules and speeding up the capture of cosmic laws."
With a single thought, she stripped away the flaws, took the core ideas, and merged all four into a single powerful technique, the "Fate-Gazing Death Hex".
BUZZ!
Having mastered this occult art within a single breath, Calamitas looked toward the horizon, instantly seeing huge waves of surging [Qi].
Mountain veins, rivers, and leylines all poured out massive streams of energy.
These energy paths crossed and merged, creating more complex patterns.
"Mystical arrays, dragon veins, and National Destiny."
Calamitas looked straight through the sky, focusing on the distant edge above the clouds.
There, where bright light covered the sky, an ancient Azure Dragon lay rotting, its long body covered in bleeding sores.
"This kingdom's national destiny is weak."
Calamitas laughed coldly. "Looks like its fall is coming soon."
With just that glance, she understood the entire state of the mortal world.
Beneath the calm surface, destruction was already brewing.
Ambitious warlords were definitely waiting for their chance.
Not that any of this mattered to Calamitas.
She was someone who always ignored the rules. If she wanted to destroy this dynasty, she wouldn't care about destiny, she would just butcher her way through from south to north.
Besides, in a land with such low Ether density, what real masters could even exist?
According to Luan's memories, even with their dark arts and curses, Turtle Esoterica was limited by the thin Ether. They couldn't even beat top mortal martial artists, let alone whole armies.
Their entire system consisted of three simple levels: Soul-Restraining Spirit-Gathering, Astral Travel, and Object Manifestation.
Beyond that, there was nothing.
At its core, it was still a mortal faction.
Without real martial arts, relying only on sorcery was useless.
Any fast martial arts master could easily crush them in seconds.
Reality was not a turn-based game; slow magic users had no future here.
Still, the sect's books, like "Corpse-Nurturing Arts" and "Ghost-Refining Methods", were somewhat interesting.
Combining them could create a few fun toys.
For example, making a mixed ghost pet that shared traits with ghosts, demon beasts, and spirits.
"Time for an experiment."
Calamitas tapped her foot on the ground.
BANG!
The earth shook for a hundred meters around.
SWOOSH!
Her body shot into the night sky, flying ten thousand meters up into the air.
She stood easily beneath the stars, resting on empty air as if it were solid ground.
Reaching into her pocket, Calamitas took out the Black Orb holding the dead dragon embryo.
"This bead constantly eats external Yin energy without stopping, which means..."
Rolling the Black Orb in her hand, she thought, "If I turn it into a ghost, its natural hunger for Yin energy should give it limitless growth."
Without waiting, Calamitas used pure force to crush the Black Orb open.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The sky shook violently, heavy clouds tearing apart.
Across the dark sky, loud sonic booms rang out, strong enough to burst ears below.
This huge noise came entirely from Calamitas using her full grip strength on the Dragon Ball.
Yet despite the brutal shockwaves, she failed to scratch the Dragon Ball at all.
This genuinely surprised Calamitas.
With her extreme physical power combined with a century of White Empress True Qi, she couldn't even break the shell of this orb?
A full-power strike using a century's worth of White Empress True Qi and the Holy Fist could easily turn miles of rock into dust in an instant.
Yet right now, she couldn't even crack this tiny Dragon Ball.
It was strange.
The only answer was that the dragon bloodline was absurdly tough.
So strong that even the shell holding an embryo was nearly unbreakable.
"It is actually this hard?"
After a brief pause, Calamitas put the Dragon Ball back in her pocket. "Whatever. Since I cannot open it now, once the system hits 6:00 AM and doubles my power again, it should break easily."
Without cracking the outer shell to touch the dead dragon embryo inside, making a ghost pet was impossible.
For now, she had no choice but to stash the Dragon Ball away and try again after 6:00 AM.
However, it was only 8:00 PM, roughly eight hours until the next boost.
That was a long time to kill.
Sitting around idling was entirely contrary to Calamitas's style.
Consequently, she decided to take a trip to the imperial capital six thousand miles away to see what was happening.
There should be plenty of experts gathered there. If she ran into any so-called grandmasters at the [Innate Zenith] packing ten thousand years of True Qi, she could beat a few to death just to blow off steam.
Conveniently, she could also raid the old emperor's vaults to see if he hoarded anything useful.
For instance, ancient records regarding the phenomenon of [Shattering the Void].
Namely, the process where a martial artist pushed their arts to the absolute peak, underwent an esoteric transformation, harmonizing the sun and moon within while voiding the cosmos, and broke through the tribulations of flesh, soul, and mortal constraints to pry open the 'Immortal Gate', ascending into the so-called 'Upper Realm', 'Celestial Realm', or 'Immortal Domain'.
This concept originated directly from Luan's memories.
More precisely, it was documented across the ancient scrolls preserved by Turtle Esoterica.
Cross-referencing those records, Calamitas possessed a clear grasp of this world's martial hierarchy from lowest to highest.
In summary, martial practitioners of this realm had to cross three major realms before they could ever hope to reach the legendary Void-Shattering milestone.
The first major realm was known as Unified Force.
Its core cultivation was roughly equivalent to a rough fusion of the initial three realms from the Prime space-time Earth's martial system: Force Unity, Forged Veins, and Fluid Force.
It required tempering physical might through various conditioning arts, continuously distilling and refining inner force, thereby initiating a metamorphosis of life essence.
In this realm, combat power did not wildly exceed mortal limits. While slaughtering ordinary men was as trivial as butchering poultry, and cutting through stone or iron was standard fare,
practitioners remained vulnerable to bladed weapons, fire, water, virulent poisons, coordinated military formations, and various ghosts or demon beasts.
The second major realm was known as Wave-Sky.
This realm was essentially a composite blend of the middle three realms from the Prime space-time Earth's martial path: Roaring Vitalis, Metalborn, and Indestructible Furnace.
It required continually purging the blood and tempering the bone marrow through various secret methods, driving the organs, viscera, and skeletal structure through multiple waves of physiological metamorphosis to grow progressively stronger.
Ultimately, by leveraging raw kinetic force, burst speed, and momentum redirection, a practitioner could sprint across open seas for extended periods and briefly suspend themselves mid-air, truly treading waves and striding through empty space.
Martial artists at this stage no longer feared small-scale military ambushes.
Their inner force had swelled to immense proportions. Internally, it reinforced the physique and fortified the bones against bladed weapons and lethal toxins, while externally unleashing lethal martial arts that channeled frigid, scorching, concussive, or poisonous inner force to shatter, dismember, and annihilate foes.
Their physical might allowed them to tear apart tigers, leopards, and giant bears with bare hands. Their speed outpaced soaring eagles, clearing dozens of meters in a single evasive shift.
Experts of this tier formed the bedrock of the martial world.
Entering a sect, they served as grand elders; walking the murim, they were legendary champions; joining the military, they became commanding generals.
The third major realm was known as Innate Manifestation.
Masters of this caliber were sect leaders, supreme elders, and venerated patriarchs throughout the martial landscape of the dynasty.
Practitioners of this realm wielded tens of thousands of kilograms of raw force, their physiques pushed to human limits, their lifespans far exceeding common mortals, and their inner force refined to its absolute zenith.
While their inner force could not yet be freely beamed across vast distances, it could thoroughly coat weapons like axes, sabers, and blades, allowing them to effortlessly cleave through stone walls and shatter buildings.
Furthermore, by pairing condensed Martial True Intent with boundless inner force, they forged the very precursor to True Qi, the Invisible Manifestation, unleashing devastating strikes through thin air.
A single palm strike across a distance could shatter a ten-thousand-kilogram boulder into gravel or instantly obliterate vengeful ghosts and abominations.
This stage, where inner force reached absolute capacity while True Qi was on the brink of manifestation, was known as Low-Grade Innate.
Once all inner force was thoroughly converted into genuine True Qi and accumulated for a full decade, one officially stepped into Mid-Grade Innate.
Experts at this level possessed hundreds of thousands of kilograms of raw lifting force. Unleashing their full True Qi reserves could level dozens of meters of terrain in a single strike.
Above this, accumulating True Qi over a century's worth of cultivation elevated the martial artist into High-Grade Innate.
At that stage, one commanded millions of kilograms of pure physical force. Detonating all True Qi could flatten a hundred meters of solid land in a single blow.
Furthermore, if a genius managed to accumulate a millennium's worth of True Qi, they would step into Supreme-Grade Innate, wielding a terrifying tens of millions of kilograms of raw force.
Channeling their full True Qi into an attack, they could erase roughly five hundred meters of terrain in one blast.
Finally, if one could amass a staggering ten thousand years' worth of True Qi, they would cross into the Innate Zenith, commanding an unfathomable hundred million kilograms of devastating might and extending their lifespan past three hundred years.
This realm represented the absolute apex of power in this world. A full-power True Qi blast from such a titan could violently level an area spanning over a thousand meters in an instant.
According to Turtle Esoterica's archives, a master at the Innate Zenith required no esoteric sorceries or occult arts whatsoever. Through pure, unadulterated martial violence alone, they could effortlessly slaughter any ghost, anomaly, demon beast, or spirit under heaven.
Vicious fiends, demon kings, and flying demon cadavers couldn't even survive a casual backhand slap from an Innate Zenith master.
Even if inadvertently trapped within a lethal anomaly, an Innate Zenith powerhouse could forcefully punch a hole straight through the dimensional anomaly and emerge completely unscathed.
However, stepping into the Innate Zenith was no simple endeavor.
The primary prerequisite was possessing once-in-an-era root bones and peerless, god-tier talent.
Simply put, one required an Innate Treasure Physique akin to Calamitas, who could refine pure True Qi out of a tattered, bargain-bin copy of "Tiger Boxing".
A so-called Innate Treasure Physique granted intuitive comprehension of martial arts as effortless as reading the lines of one's own palm.
Furthermore, it bypassed the agonizingly slow process of cultivating mundane inner force before transmuting it into True Qi from the outside in, allowing the user to refine True Qi directly with seamless ease.
Most crucially, it demanded an absurdly hyper-efficient cultivation rate.
A single year of their cultivation had to match decades, or even centuries, of grueling labor from an ordinary practitioner.
Because even at the Innate Zenith, lifespan was capped around three hundred years.
If one's talent were mediocre, accumulating ten thousand years of True Qi was a pipe dream.
They would wither and die of old age long before reaching the summit, reducing all ambition to dust.
In short, without an Innate Treasure Physique, reaching the Zenith was an absolute impossibility.
And according to Turtle Esoterica's ancient records, once a martial artist mastered the path of True Qi to its culmination and harmonized their being with the World's Great Dao through esoteric means, they could shatter the void and ascend straight to the Upper Realm.
For instance, their archives recorded that over two thousand years ago, a peerless master shattered the void and ascended, creating a world-shaking spectacle.
The chronicles concerning that ascension were exhaustive to the extreme, spanning over ten thousand words.
The reason for such meticulous detail was that the ascending master had been none other than the Supreme Grand Elder of Turtle Esoterica from two millennia prior.
Because it was their own sect's patriarch who achieved ascension, they documented every breath of the event with painstaking precision.
However, from that day forward, no one from Turtle Esoterica ever shattered the void again.
Furthermore, based on the sect's investigations across centuries, throughout the hundred thousand miles of vast mortal territory, not a single individual had ever succeeded in void-shattering ascension since.
Yet after thoroughly reviewing Luan's memories, Calamitas concluded that the sect's historical records were riddled with glaring errors, omissions, and contradictions.
Thus, they couldn't be taken as gospel, merely as rough references.
The reason behind these massive historical discrepancies was simple.
Turtle Esoterica's depraved methods and extreme doctrines made them prime targets for imperial extermination across successive dynasties, as well as relentless purges by the orthodox martial world.
If you chose to act like absolute monsters, you had to swallow the world's righteous fury.
Inevitably, countless atrocities they never even committed were pinned squarely on their heads.
As the old saying went: when mud slips into your crotch, it's shit whether it is or not.
Under such constant persecution, despite boasting millennia of heritage, Turtle Esoterica's verifiable records only reached back two thousand years to the tail end of the Ancient Kingdom Era.
As for the history of this world prior to that era, the sect's records were a complete blank.
Furthermore, across the following two thousand years of relentless imperial sieges and martial purges, Turtle Esoterica suffered at least five complete lineage extinctions.
Each catastrophic wipeout meant the entire high-tier leadership was slaughtered, over half the disciples wiped out, and vast troves of ancient manuals permanently lost.
In fact, much of the mortal world's current understanding of ghosts, demons, and spirits, alongside various arts of geomancy, exorcism, and demon-binding, had leaked out during those five mass dispersals of the sect's lost archives.
Had successive generations of surviving disciples not been exceptionally secretive, paranoid, and cowardly, this entire sect would have faded into the dust of history long ago.
"So those dozen pages in "Records and Investigations of Anomalous Entities" back in the Black Soil Town archives probably originated from a scattered manual of Turtle Esoterica."
Shooting through the wind and cloud layers like a piercing arrow, Calamitas soared through the night sky ten thousand meters above the world.
"Every sip and swallow is predestined; bitter fruit inevitably springs from planted seeds. The affairs of this mortal coil run in linked cycles, each following its own underlying law.
Yet had Turtle Esoterica not committed every atrocity under heaven for millennia in pursuit of the ultimate magical apex, the world's diverse arts of exorcism and demon subjugation wouldn't have been born so easily.
Thus good and evil remain perpetually tangled in chaos.
Hahaha, no ambiguity at all, none at all! Whatever pleases me is good, and whatever crosses me is evil! Hahahahahaha!!"
Laughing with wild abandon, Calamitas vanished beyond the edge of the night sky in a flash.
...
The imperial capital of the Great Min Dynasty was a city that never slept.
Though the heart of an empire, years of steadily loosening night curfews meant that even at ten o'clock at night, the inner city remained ablaze with radiant lanterns and vibrant celebrations.
Across the eastern and western districts, over a hundred lavish taverns stood shoulder-to-shoulder, featuring silk-draped archways, winding corridors, grand courtyards, and luxurious private suites.
These high-end banquet halls were exorbitantly priced, catering strictly to noble aristocrats and wealthy merchants.
Beyond exquisite delicacies and vintage wines, hundreds of heavily powdered courtesans gathered along the main promenades with seductive smiles, awaiting calls from drinking patrons.
It was the height of indulgence, a ceaseless feast of song and revelry.
Simultaneously, encircling these hundred premier establishments, the crisscrossing streets stretching north and south were bustling with night markets.
Endless stalls sold roasted badger meat, orchard fruit soups, fragrant candied fruits, spiced jerkies, braised tripe and eel, crispy chicken-skin dumplings, chilled snow-ball desserts, crystal jellies, sweet mung bean pastes, perilla cakes, and golden-thread plums among myriad midnight treats.
Every single night, the sprawling avenues were choked with surging crowds and packed carriages, teeming to the point where there was barely room to step.
Even into the third watch of the night, wandering tea vendors carrying steaming copper kettles still drifted through the markets, the bustle only tapering off in the deepest hours before dawn.
And once fed and watered, the citizens' true nightlife commenced within the sprawling theater districts and pleasure quarters scattered across the metropolis.
The entertainment was endless: historical storytelling, dramatic ballads, folk songs, variety skits, acrobatics, puppet theater, youth wrestling, and traditional operatics.
Beyond legitimate spectacles, hidden deep within these pleasure wards were exclusive gambling houses that wagered not in base copper, but in rare antiquities, curios, master calligraphy scrolls, landed estates, and singing courtesans, alongside brothels of every tier, drawing endless streams of revelers.
Yet tonight... amidst world-shattering, savage tiger roars that split the heavens.
A crystal-clear, blazing Great Sun formed entirely of roaring, golden-crimson True Qi suddenly materialized in the night sky.
"Hahahahahaha! It has to be this prosperous for the destruction to feel truly euphoric!!"
Ringing with this mad, world-shaking proclamation of slaughter,
The True Qi Sun plummeted ruthlessly toward the mortal earth below.