Altars of all sizes were lit across the land on this day. Wild pigs, larger than grown men, were bound to the sacrificial altars and bled, while countless offerings were laid out. Temples bustled with an endless stream of visitors.
Ever since the invasion, Kunlun had been draped in a thick, gloomy pall. The air was heavy with the stench of slaughter, leaving the people struggling to survive in a withered, desolate world. Overwhelmed by this sudden catastrophe, the populace suffered unspeakable misery.
Unscrupulous scoundrels had seized the chaos to burn, kill, and plunder, plunging the Kunlun realm into even deeper despair.
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