What exactly lay behind Ji Jue’s dreams is a matter best left unspoken.
But suddenly, overnight, everyone within the entire Huangliang felt as if a nightmare was hot on their heels.
There was no way around it—this was terrifying beyond measure.
There was no loud commotion, no obvious sign of trouble, yet the central city of such a vast ecclesiastical district inexplicably suffered divine punishment!
Just a month ago, their archbishop was still loudly proclaiming that everything was “thriving and on the rise,” but before vitality had a chance to flourish and all things blossomed, the entire hierarchy was wiped out in one fell swoop.
Over a third of the city’s population was gone, all condemned to the Border Hell.
And all were sentenced to eternal burning with no hope of reprieve.
The remaining two-thirds were no better off—demoted as sinners, forced into a century of hard labor, repaying their crimes of sacrilege and impurity.
At first, those who heard the news thought someone in the Church was spouting nonsense, exaggerating wildly—how could something so absurd truly happen? But after careful verification, confronted with ironclad facts, they began to break out in sweat…
What on earth? What happened? How did the Celestial City suddenly brandish its heavy sniper and start firing?