What followed was the scene that Meng Chao, Ye Zi, and every soldier of the Great Horned Legion had once seen in their dreams.
A girl with two pupils growing inside a single eyeball played a bloodstained Bone Flute, commanding a skeleton Rat Tide that blotted out the sky and swallowed the resplendent Crimson Gold City.
The details in Ancient Dream Saintess's dream were clearly a hundred times richer than those she had projected into the dreams of the Great Horned Legion's warriors.
Meng Chao could see the bulging veins at the temples and on the arms of countless ratfolk warriors.
He could also see the rolling heat waves erupting from above their heads as they sprinted with all their strength.
And the panicked expressions of the Jackals, Wolves, Tigers, and Leopards defending Crimson Gold City as they faced the surging Rat Tide.
Every last detail was laid bare.
Like prophecies far ahead of their time.
The ratfolk tide completely captured Crimson Gold City.
New scenes continued to emerge.
In the next golden, radiant image, the noble lords of the Five Great Clans all lowered their proud heads beneath the Rat God battle flags raised high by tens of thousands of ratfolk, acknowledging the existence of the Sixth Clan—the Great Horned Clan.
Then, from the Mandala Flowers competing in splendor and beauty, Mandala Fruits grew—smaller in size, yet crystal-clear, with fragrances even richer than before—completely resolving the food crisis of the Era of Glory.
In one image, Meng Chao even saw the armies from the Holy Light Land firmly blocked at the edge of Turanze by the Turan Allied Forces led by Ancient Dream Saintess, with the Great Horned Legion as their main force.
Those humans who claimed to be bathed in the power of holy light, the most devout