Li Huowang sat inside the dry well, looking up at the circular white light overhead, then down at the talismans and red threads plastered all around him. He smiled. "Success. I finally succeeded. I'm finally back!"
But gradually, the smile on his face froze. "What exactly did I succeed at? Why am I so happy?"
Li Huowang tried hard to think, to search, but he froze where he stood. He discovered that a vast stretch of his mind was empty.
His past seemed to have overlapped with something, yet when he seriously tried to recall it now, he could not remember a thing.
The only new thing in Li Huowang's mind was that Danyangzi had picked him up from the roadside.
But that was not the point. The point was, what exactly was going on with him now? Why had he been so happy just now?
Fu Sheng Tian was practically at their doorstep. The common people across the land were about to be infected by Baleful Intent and turn into soldiers of the military path. Why was he still happy?
Li Huowang struggled out of the well. The moment he climbed out, he saw a group of people wearing enormous masks, following the lion dancers of Lion Dance Palace as they leapt, shifted, and flipped across a massive net of yellowed bamboo poles, accompanied by the long, drawn-out notes of flutes.
Beneath the bamboo-pole net were several fiercely blazing bonfires.
The waves of heat and black smoke from the flames constantly roasted the bamboo framework, making the people atop it sway and twist with the rising heat.
Li Huowang recognized it. This was the Nuo Opera of Later Shu.
"Stop dancing! Who can tell me what the hell is going on?!" With an agitated sweep of Li Huowang's hand,