In ancient times, only the emperor had been qualified to use the dragon as a totem. Yet the young man before me had actually draped himself in a black dragon cloak, leaving me utterly shaken.
Was this what fate meant? But what did such a scene actually foretell? Could the emperor in the black dragon cloak... be me?
Was it the me of the past, or the me of the future?
If it was me from a previous life, what connection did that have with fate? What had the Old Ancestress learned?
And what had the Xia family learned? I racked my brains, thoughts racing madly, when I suddenly remembered that poem by Monk Yuanci.
Could foreseeing the past and future not have been pure deception after all, but something with a basis behind it? I would have to find Big-Flesh Monk and ask him properly later. He definitely knew something!
While I was filling in the known pieces with my imagination, dozens of generals followed the black dragon youth out of the tent. The generals then scattered, flying back to their own tents, while the youth continued racing beyond the camp.
Before long, the ten-mile camp surrounding us was like a swarm of locusts. Formations of soldiers filled the sky and earth!
After arranging themselves into battle formations, they all flew northward behind the Black Dragon Emperor!
Still shocked, I chased after them. When I looked up, a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals had blocked off a huge section of the sky, forming something like dark clouds!
I had no idea how long I pursued them. By the time they stopped, the great battle had already begun. The two armies clashed directly in the air, war drums rolling without end and lightning flashing amid thunder. The sky was