Everyone was immersed in the joy and awe of Emperor Fengdu obtaining such supreme treasures. The laughter and discussions surged like a violent tide, intertwining and echoing recklessly through every corner of the Netherworld. Emperor Fengdu held the Book of Life and Death and the Brush of Samsara, his face beaming with supreme confidence. That expression was full of self-satisfaction, as if the entire Primordial World were already firmly grasped in his hands. From time to time, he would gently turn the treasures, examining them carefully, his eyes shimmering with excitement and anticipation, as if he were already conceiving how to use these two divine artifacts to make the Netherworld even more perfect and orderly.
Just then, the sky, which had been so lively and vibrant, suddenly fell into a dead silence. The clouds, which had been drifting leisurely and freely, were as if pinned in place by an invisible yet incomparably powerful force, freezing completely motionless.
The breeze also ceased abruptly, as if grabbed by the throat by an invisible hand. The entire world seemed to fall into an eerie tranquility. This silence, like a massive, invisible web, enveloped everyone, causing an inexplicable sense of oppression and unease. Immediately following, a mysterious, multicolored light slowly emerged from the distant horizon. At first, the light was merely a faint dot, like a star twinkling in the night sky, but as time passed, it grew brighter and more magnificent, like a gra…
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