The Maoshan Demon Slayer Chronicles will serve as a classic story world for the Infinite Flow genre.

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"Based on the original plot, the beings that managed to establish an alchemical array across America—Vampire Washington, Werewolf Lincoln, and the rest—are undoubtedly clans that survived from the Dark Ages of the medieval period. And since a divine summoning ritual appeared in the original storyline, there's a very high probability this scenario will connect to the entities from the Bible."

"More importantly, we may be able to witness the true power of the Infinite World—Cultivation!"

"The Adept's master in the storyline is undoubtedly a genuine cultivator!"

"The wisdom of mortals... Judging from how the Adept communicated with a mere wisp of his teacher's consciousness preserved in his mind and thereby received power transmitted from the void—power that did not belong to him—that teacher has very likely reached the Fifth Order, or perhaps even transcended anything we can imagine!" Chu Xuan pushed his glasses up on his nose.

Dark crimson blood flowed into every corner of the altar. Mutilated corpses lay everywhere. Green flames writhed and clawed. Every inch of earth, every breath of air in this place was saturated with the stench of evil.

"Comrades, this is the cruelty of capitalism laid bare. We must never harbor any illusions about the capitalists. If there is a hundred-fold or thousand-fold profit to be made, they will devour human beings. And if they are the most devout Christians? Then God, too, will devour human beings!"

Chen Ke's body had long since decayed, but his eyes remained resolute—a gaze that could pierce through every briar and every night.

"Our cause is not yet finished, but I will not live to see the final victory. All reactionaries are paper tigers. The rest of this world—I leave it to the people to judge."

Li Runshi bowed solemnly: "The tides of revolution shall drown all things! Red shall sweep the globe!"

"Then let it all end—this world where man devours man..."

"This isn't scientific!"

The crystal coffin and the ancient castle vanished in an instant, like wisps of cloud, like history that should never have existed.

A specter—a red specter—haunts the continent of Faerûn. All the powers of Faerûn—charlatans and mages, heroes and villains, the Upper Planes and the Lower Planes—have entered into a holy alliance to exorcise this specter. But all of it is in vain: Mozedong'rike, Lord of the Domain of Dead Magic, Lover of the Banshee Queen, Commander of Millions of Crimson Guards, grinds the old order to dust with hammer and sickle, forging a brand-new Prime Material Plane. The mage towers are burned. The temples are torn down. Apprentices tremble beneath the iron fist of the dictatorship, and the priests are sent to the pigsties and the cow sheds.

The Red Commander's power rivals that of AO himself, yet he refuses to ascend to the Astral Plane. Instead, he extends his domain across the entirety of Toril's crystal sphere. Extraplanar beings attempting to enter the Prime Material Plane discover that not even a siege can grant them passage!!!!

Time passes. Even the Red Commander cannot escape death. At last, one day, the Commander faces the Wall of the Faithless: "Overthrow the King of Hell! Liberate the lesser demons!!!!"

The thousand-ren wall crumbles to ash in the battle cry. The very foundation of faith is wrenched free by immense force. Countless souls return to the cycle of all things in the Prime Material Plane, and gods and demons plummet like meteors...

The Commander, transcendent yet renouncing transcendence, returns to the Golden Throne in the Prime Material Plane. "All things have their appointed hour of death. Chen Ke is no exception!!!!"

Having spoken his final words, the Commander closes his eyes and dies. His flesh gradually decays, yet his bones endure. Though his body is dead, his remains are eternal. The power of faith offered by his followers burns upon the Commander's remains, day and night without ceasing, an ever-burning eternal flame. Even the Astral Plane can see its light. This is the Star Torch.

Transcendent and yet not transcendent. Dead and yet not dead. Holy and yet not holy. This is Chen Ke's first millennium on the continent of Faerûn.......