The mountains stretched as far as the eye could see, their peaks towering into the sky. Suddenly, a dark cloud appeared in the cloudless sky, obscuring the horizon and turning the day into night.
People working in the fields were attracted by the strange sight in the sky. Whether they were in the magnificent inner courtyard of the imperial palace or peddlers in the mountain fields, they all looked up at the sky.
"I feel like the day is coming down on me."
"It's going to rain heavily, go home quickly."
"When something is out of the ordinary, there must be something fishy going on."
"This cloud has come here in a strange way."
"When there are signs in the sky, there will be great disasters."
Different people and different identities say different things.
Suddenly, someone shouted loudly on the busy street.
"There's a flash of blood in the dark clouds."
Following that cry, everyone raised their heads and gazed once more at the dark clouds on the horizon. In the center of the gloomy clouds, a brilliant red light appeared, and the surrounding clouds seemed stained with blood.
"Is God going to be angry?"
"Black clouds weeping blood, a sign of great misfortune." An old Taoist saw this scene, counted on his fingers, and his eyes showed horror.
Dark clouds rolled in, blood swirled, and suddenly, there was a loud explosion in the sky, as if the entire sky was about to explode.
Deep in the mountains, a silver light flashed, like a silver dragon rushing straight to one of the mountain ranges, splitting the hard peaks. Inside the mountain, with the arrival of lightning, a rumbling sound was heard.
The thunder and lightning became more and more frequent, and the sound in the cave became louder and louder. When the last thunder struck, the solid mountain completely collapsed, revealing a coffin engraved with densely packed evil-suppressing talismans.
With a loud bang, the coffin broke into pieces, and a man wearing a feather crown and a purple robe, with his eyes closed, slowly floated in the air.
Suddenly, silver dragons fell from the sky. The man opened his eyes suddenly, and a red light burst out of his eyes. He raised his hand and pointed to the sky. The silver dragons seemed to have encountered something terrible and disappeared in an instant.
The red light in the man's eyes suddenly disappeared, and his deep eyes looked around, his eyes clear with a hint of confusion.
He suddenly floated out of the dilapidated stone cave, and in a flash, he appeared thousands of miles away.
After the man left, a group of immortal cultivators, their robes fluttering, appeared in the dilapidated cave. They were the last group of immortal cultivators living in seclusion, unknown to the world and their whereabouts elusive.
The old man in the lead saw the situation in the cave and said, "We're a step too late. Hurry, give chase."
"Master Zi Yang, that evil creature can travel thousands of miles in an instant. How can we catch up with it?"
Zi Yang Zhenren said solemnly, "Even if we can't catch up, we have to pursue him. He has just been born, and his power has greatly decreased. If we don't destroy him now, everything will be in danger."
The group dared not delay any longer, calculated the direction he had left, and began to chase him. This pursuit lasted for several months, and they finally found him in a mountain village.
He stood in a pool of blood, surrounded by the corpses of villagers. The monks' faces changed drastically when they saw this, and without saying a word, they launched all their magic weapons and skills at him.
When the man saw them attacking, he subconsciously resisted, and both sides started fighting.
At this time, a group of bandits from a bandit's den a hundred miles away returned to the village with their latest spoils and the captured peasant girls.
After several rounds of fighting, the group of monks were defeated.
"Form the formation!" shouted Master Zi Yang.
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