The Rusted Sword of the Mortal Realm

The fierce astral winds of the highest heavens were like billions of invisible steel blades, scraping to the bone as they tore at the white robe suspended over the cliff’s edge. Deep in the clouds, the Thunder Department’s divine general spoke like rolling thunder:

“Dao Lord Qingxuan, you secretly allowed a heavenly demon to go free, violating the laws of heaven. You are hereby stripped of your immortal bones, cast down into the mortal realm, and sentenced to undergo nine lifetimes of tribulation!”