The night seemed to never go away, the rain was still falling, the rumbling thunder resounded throughout the land of the empire, and countless lives were dying this night.

The nearest defensive city to the heavenly capital can already be seen attacking countless soldiers, each of whom looks strange and is clearly not a human race.

Bows and arrows tens of meters thick and long shot down from the top of the city wall hundreds of meters, and the soldiers of the empire roared and fought against these foreigners, blood spilling continuously.

The battle happened suddenly, and these foreigners did not know where to appear, if it were not for the keen observation of the warriors of the empire, I am afraid that the city would have been breached at this moment.

But even then, the city is already a little crumbling.

The strength of these foreign clans far exceeds that of the Imperial City Defenders, and they seem to be very familiar with the Liliang of the Imperial soldiers, and they can be easily restrained.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer soldiers defending the city, the city gate slowly opened, and the foreign tribes invaded, and the sky seemed to be in front of him.

A man in a mysterious black robe stood on top of the city, looking at the brightly lit sky, his eyes flashing with inexplicable brilliance, not knowing what he was thinking.

For a long time, a gust of wind came from nowhere, with a faint smell of blood.

He seemed to feel something, and turned his head to look north, where he seemed to see a young man carrying a young girl on his back and moving slowly forward, with an inexplicable murderous aura.

"It's all here...... Then come on, see who can set the troubled times right!"

His figure slowly disappeared from the city wall, and a stone tablet suddenly rose from the ground, with no words on it. With a slam of space, the shattered void vanished.

In the distant south of the Empire. In this night, in the sound of boundless heavy rain. Fairy goblins begin to wreak havoc.

One by one, they slaughtered the people of the empire like demons crawling out of hell, devouring all living beings.

There was no blood here, because even the blood had been drained, not even the soul.

Some aliens dressed in black cloaks drain people's souls, soak them in blood, and absorb the soul power in them, which is used to increase their cultivation.

As for the blood, it comes from another mysterious race, a blood race from hell.

It was obviously the first time that the generals and warriors of the south had faced these evil beings, and they tried their best to resist, but it was still useless. They can only watch their own people die in pain and wailing.

And then they all died one by one, drained of their blood and drained of their souls.

The night has become the most haode protection, and the heavy rain has washed away all evil, leaving only one empty village after another, and maybe some resentment will be accumulating?

Of course there will be, and these resentments accumulate, all resentments against the Empire.

The resentful cries of these creatures could be heard in the pouring rain, cursing the Empire. They want it to crumble and destroy at once, and they are hoping for hope.

In a mountain village, the hope they had been waiting for was finally born.

One of the monks looked up and came out of nowhere, only to see him looking up at the sky with a compassionate face. In his calm eyes, the black sky slowly turned blood-red, and countless creatures were struggling inside.

"Evil, the suffering of the people. "The Heavens know," the monk folded his hands and said to himself compassionately, "It's a pity that there is no Heaven in the Empire. Luck is declining again, so let the poor monk find a Buddha!"

He walked slowly towards the sky. Constantly chanting the Diamond Sutra of Buddhism, a trace of golden light slowly appeared in his body.

The light formed a vague halo behind his head, embellishing him as if he were a real Buddha, and a Bodhi tree began to surround him.

He walked slowly, but in the blink of an eye he passed from town to town, and the halo shone with a faint glow, which seemed very illusory in the heavy rain.

The people below came out one by one in confusion, and they looked at the heavy rain in the sky that seemed to never stop, as well as the golden halo, and their hearts began to flutter.

Whoever guides hope in the dark night, the people follow, this is a truth through the ages.

So these people slowly knelt down, and they began to chant the Diamond Sutra in the mouth of the monk, and a halo appeared behind them, and the power of incense suddenly flourished.

The monk looked at the people with satisfaction, and continued to walk towards the sky without stopping, and the believers behind him became more and more.

If there was no empire without heaven and no faith in the past, there would be no such thing at all, and the people only believed that the prosperous heaven could bring them hope for the future.

But now it's different, the empire is in chaos, the demons suddenly come in this heavy rain, and the night seems to be endless, and hope is completely gone.

People who had lost hope began to seek new faith and support, and this monk arrived just in time to bring these people into their kingdom.

This is the country of Buddhism, the Western Bliss Shijie.

On the east coast, the blue sea roared, a fishing boat swayed on the sea, and a little girl from a fisherman's family stood stunned in the monstrous wind and rain, attracted by everything in front of her.

In the distance, dragons were suspended in the air, looking up at a huge mirror that appeared in the sky, and most of the breath on their bodies was restless.

Suddenly, the mirror shook violently, like water waves, and after it shattered, the face of a middle-aged man was revealed.

"Dragons of the Empire?" he muttered as he looked at the dragons for a moment, a sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"I want to get a piece of the pie...... We Prison Clan can't let go of this desperate opportunity!" he looked at the Empire, a twinkle of wonder flashing in his eyes.

"Go ahead...... To be with him is the eternal life of our people in prison!"

A gray shadow streaked through the air, and countless dragons roared violently, as if trying to stop the gray shadow, but in the end they all failed.

The gray shadow disappeared into the sea, and I don't know where it fell.

The middle-aged man looked at the place where the gray shadow disappeared with satisfaction, and his eyes swept over the dragons again, and the corners of his mouth changed to a disdainful mockery.

"If the empire is still as powerful as it was at the beginning, I'm afraid that any one of you can fight with me!" said the middle-aged man slowly, "Is it just now......?" It's just a crawler!"

A mad aura emanated from his hand, and the sea suddenly swept into an incomparably powerful storm, and the dragon roared in it, as if there was great unwillingness.

But it was all useless, as the middle-aged man said, these dragons were too weak.

The storm gradually subsided, and only the rain and night continued. Through the mirror, the middle-aged man's gaze fell on the fishing boat, and naturally on the little girl.

"Huh, such a fat and handsome girl...... Maybe it's just right?" he chuckled, and a bit of blue light flashed in his hand, right into the girl's chest.

"If you have the chance, you can zaijian!"

The West of the Empire, the small countries that had long been subservient to the Empire, began to stir up, because they also felt the changes that had terrified the kingdom that had made them fearful.

A red-robed high priest stood in front of the temple, looking at the distant and powerful empire with a calm face, his eyes flickering slightly.

Suddenly, there was a slight fluctuation in the air, and a majestic voice came from the air, as if giving an order.

"The Emperor is dead, and you're almost ready to get moving!"

The red-robed Great Divine Light hesitated slightly, and he was about to bend his knees, and slowly knelt on the ground, like a servant.

Then he stood up and walked into the temple, with a hurried and cautious step.

The Pope was standing in the temple, his old face with a hint of helplessness and sadness, and in front of him was a statue of a god, with a serene and calm face.

"Pope Bixia, the time is up!" said the red-robed Grand Priest softly, "You can summon the Protoss, that powerful and ancient realm...... It's gone!"

The Pope didn't say anything, just let out a long sigh, and the scepter in his hand instantly struck the idol in front of him.

"Bang!"

All the gods were shattered at this moment, and one by one the gods in battle armor came out of it, and the rich divine power filled the entire temple.

At the same time, the temple shook violently, and pure light shot out from it, accompanied by a loud singing.

The war of the small Western countries began to go to the Eastern Empire, and from now on began.

This was the beginning of troubled times. (To be continued......)

PS: Actually, it's such a story, and of course it's not just such a story......