Honghuang: Even with the Twelve Talismans, I'm Still a Little Nervous

When twelve rays of law from another world shine into the Primordial World, where saints move the pieces and all living beings are caught in calamity, the panic of the one and only clearheaded mortal will become the loudest death knell of the old era.

(I’m a complete beginner, so the pacing is a little slow at first. I’m afraid speeding things up will hurt the writing. Please point out any problems, dear readers! I don’t have much saved up yet, but I’ll take your advice and improve as I go. Thank you, everyone!)