Qin He doubled back, treading soundlessly across the Void Domain's Ruin Dust, and returned to that ruined Spirit Pool.
The place was utterly empty. Only the broken foundations of ancient patterned pillars stood in the wind, while the dark pool water held the silence of countless ages.
Qin He raised a hand, and an exceedingly faint glimmer condensed at his fingertips.
There were no grand manifestations of sorcery, no roaring tremors of spiritual power. He merely erased every last trace of his lingering aura and his recent presence.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
At last, a faint disturbance came from the depths of the dim, stagnant void.
It was not the chaotic howl of Ruin Wind, but a steady, weighty rumble of wheels rolling forward from across an immensely distant Void Domain, crushing the deathly silence of the entire world beneath it.
A neat and imposing convoy slowly emerged from the depths of the mist.
The convoy advanced steadily, neither hurried nor slow. Every arrangement followed strict regulations, and an invisible air of the Divine Court's regular army's grim discipline permeated it.
At the very front was a Void Dragon Steed covered from head to toe in dark-gold Scale Armor. Its four hooves trod upon the void without stirring even a speck of Ruin Dust. A faint protective spiritual radiance swirled around it, carrying an innate, chilling pressure.
The dragon steed pulled an extravagantly luxurious War Chariot. Gilded patterns coiled around its body, with tiny star crystals set within the gaps of those patterns. Dim light flowed across them, understated yet supremely splendid.
The four walls of the carriage were carved with the Divine War Department's exclusive battle patterns, layered upon layer, concealed and restrained. It appeared plain, but could in truth withstand the bombardment of