There is a torrential dark rainstorm on the fractured viaduct, and Gu Jianlin has finally liberated the ancient forbidden power, also unleashing the demon trapped within his heart. It was merely a bizarre syllable, yet it resembled the music of a stormy ocean's mass, as if the lamentation prayers of a million lost souls in Hell, solemn yet eerie.
In the endless darkness, towering Gods stand — the Qilin and Candle Dragon side by side, gazing down upon the earth like divine beings. Their shadows spread unendingly, like a tide set to swallow the world.
To devour this world comes a stern domain, accompanied by an ancient and forbidden language spreading forth. Along the way, one can hear the Qilin's furious roars or the earth-shattering dragon's song.
A boy resembling a demon, a shadow resembling a demon, overlapping together.
He walks indifferently through the sea of fire, Light is forcibly devoured, dark rain rolls back and rushes to the sky.
