At the mid-slope of Ciendel Mountain, there existed a vast clearing.
It was a cliff said to have been carved by the Celestial God in ancient times. The steep slope that turned more than half of the mountain into flat land naturally evoked the thought that artificial hands had touched it.
A great plain on the mountain capable of accommodating tens of thousands of people.
In front of it, as if proving the dignity of God, several tiers of steps were divided. The lowest tier was wide and comfortable, the higher tier was narrow and uncomfortable, and the highest tier had space for only one person to barely stand.
It was the seat of judgment.
The owners of that seat, endowed with the sacred authority to discern good and evil, truth and falsehood, beauty and ugliness on behalf of the Celestial God, were entering one by one.
The figures seated on the lowest tier numbered twelve…