Proud Sky

Through Mo Yang's slightly trembling, pitch-black eyes, he saw himself standing in a vast Tanggu. The valley was a hundred zhang across, filled with boiling, scarlet-hot lava. Bubbles kept swelling on its surface, then burst with a pop. The lava's terrifying heat warped the air above the valley, making it writhe like tiny worms struggling in agony. Jagged rocks surrounded the valley, sharp as knives and swords, ready to slice through flesh. The blazing lava alone was enough to make one's blood run cold, and at dusk the valley grew even more ominous, filled with ghostly dread that seized the soul. This is the story of a world-shaking demon's rise; this is a heroic legend of those who follow me prospering and those who defy me perishing. Immortals and demons, Buddhas and Daoists, ghosts and spirits, monsters and fiends, wondrous treasures and tales from distant lands: a magnificent and fantastical world is about to unfold...