Slaying Demons in the Apocalypse
The abandoned Earth was plunged into eternal night, and humanity faced a cataclysm. In this era of mass extinction, the survivors flung open the doors of evolution. Ferocious beasts roamed unchecked, specters and monsters ran rampant, and defenseless humans could only cower within the cities, praying for salvation from Martian colonists. Yet, it was not distant technology that would deliver them, but a divine sanctuary standing resolute on an eastern island. At the hour when the sun was devoured, where the Eastern Sea returned to its ruins, a god suspended a sword in the heavens, awakening the most primal bloodline within humankind. The Sea-Stabilizing Needle of Yu the Great, the City-Shattering Halberd of the Overlord, the Eight Trigrams Formation of the Martial Marquis, the Power of the Nine Provinces, the Imperial Chariot of Xuanyuan, the Blazing Fire of the Red Emperor—one after another, ancient relics and forces emerged, igniting conflicts across the continent. Xiang Jiuxi, astride his steed with blade in hand, stood tall amidst the rising smoke of war. Only in breaking the deadlock did he begin to unravel the secrets gestating in the deepest reaches of the universe.
Slaying Demons in the Apocalypse
The sky hung low and oppressive, shrouded in such heavy grayness that one could no longer distinguish day from night. Beneath it, black smog drifted endlessly, and people survived amidst the ruins of the city, denied sunlight, fresh air, or any reliable source of food.
Jiang Jiuxi wrapped himself in a crumpled robe, huddling in a corner and counting his fingers—he had been living this way for more than a decade.
Beside him, a withered old man suddenly went rigid and collapsed. Instantly, the crowd surged, stripping him of his "supplies." Even though it was nothing but a greasy jacket, it was torn into scraps, each piece clutched by a different hand.
The ordeal did not end there. The old man’s corpse was slowly dragged into an alley by two or three emaciated hands, and soon the sound of gnawing echoed out.
Jiang Jiuxi gazed numbly at this diseased world, neither joining the frenzy nor trying to stop it. In this forsaken apocalypse, simply surviving was itself a kind of redemption.
Amid the city’s darkness, one place blazed with light—the only beacon left to the entire city.
That beacon was the Governor’s Mansion, the last hope for the remnants of humankind on Earth.
A hundred years ago, the continental shelf began to sink, leaving this land as humanity’s final refuge.
Seventy years ago, the Mars colonization project commenced.
Fifty years ago, those who emigrated to Mars extracted every last bit of Earth’s energy, promising that the Ark would soon return to take the remaining people away.
To this day, t
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