On this day.
The foul filth and karmic hindrances, deeply planted at the bottom of all living souls and accumulated over ten thousand years, finally erupted with a roar at some invisible critical point, transforming into something visible to the naked eye, tangible and substantial:
Mortal Tribulation Qi.
Its color was neither crimson nor black; it resembled primordial chaos churning with tainted blood and dust, viscous and sluggish, carrying a sickening, decaying stench and a violent, fishy reeking odor, surging and dispersing from the fissures of the earth, the gaps of the firmament, and even the seven apertures and pores of all living beings.
Chapter 262