The Phoenix - Rise Of The Demonic Cultivator

Master Of Diyu

Misery broke upon the cultivation world like mourning of the heavens. The order of peace is broken, and only harrowing doom lingered over their shattering roofs.

Cultivators started going missing without leaving a trace. Their golden cores suspiciously fluctuated without a considerable reason. All the big sects began to face wrath of the unknown force that started melting their well built territory of power.

Common people were excluded from this arena of unbearable affliction, and so are the small, twinkling multitude of sects. The woes hurdled upon all the major sects and a handful of mediocre ones.

Numerous conferences were orchestrated, dozens of possible reasons were advocated, but none of them could explain the mortifying ordeals inflicted upon the cultivation world with a generous reason.

On a fateful day, their sufferings reached the zenith of dolour, and the cultivation world saw the day they never in their dreams could have imagined to witness.

The barrier between the mortal world and hell has cracked open with a slit. Horrors and petrification took over the world like plague. Every cultivator tried hard and soul to keep the barrier intact. Crisis assailed the world like returning flood as resentful energy oozed out from the slit, bringing along destruction and misery.

Common people began to lose their lives; cultivators saw their meridians distort and their cores getting crushed while trying to protect the barrier. Resentment enmeshed the world like a net and people started losing their lives like doomed fishes in its grasp.

It was just a matter of time until

the ghosts and spirits to crawl out from the other side of the barrier and haunt the peaceful lives to misery of the hell.

The cultivators were determined to act before the barrier ruptured further.

On the other hand, cultivation world had not been the same ever since the fateful day arrived like a flash of thunder. Ever since they bloodied their hands with sins and ultimately summoned their own doom. The chief cultivator was dead; his successor was a mere teenager.

Sect politics were garbled
and were channelized by a sole person - the mistress of the Tian, Li Xiuyang. The lady revealed her true abilities, and no one is aware of the nature of resentment she bears against the cultivators. They are only acquainted with the harrowing reality that the cultivation world was one day endowed with misery, and a powerful goddess toyed with meridians of the cultivators, as if they were mere puppets.

Their powers were controlled as per her desires and she unofficially became Zongshi of the cultivation world. Unless they remained in her good book, she would never grant the cultivators the privilege to use their own powers autonomously. Corruption was abolished, turmoil was quelled, for the world ran as per her dictatorship.

Apparent peace reigned, until the unknown wrath brought forth miseries, and the celestial barrier ruptured.

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Li Xiuyang was sitting majestically on a grand throne. The spatial hall was embellished resplendently, accentuating the glory of her regal pride. She is an exalted doyenne with inevitable power, and the cultivation world was obliged towards her. She has become a feared laozu.

"Lady Xiuyang, the barrier has opened. May I ask the exalted Lady to grant me my powers? Cloud Recess holds valuable tools that might help us to keep the barrier intact." Lan Xichen, with his voice tamed by humiliation, asked Li Xiuyang with downcasted eyes.

They are bearing the bitter fruits of their deeds, aren't they?

"And my answer is no Lan Xichen. Get lost from my sight." She spat out distastefully and threw a glare at the Lan whose face was appalled by humiliation he had never expected to bear.
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