Things were getting better. Everything was getting better!
The sacrificial temple had opened; the Holy Dynasty now had hope!
The sacrificial temple had appeared—wouldn't revival follow?
After enduring long hardships and trials, Worry-Free Duke stood on the deck with his men, gazing at the scenery within the Riftworld.
The wind rushing toward them sent their robes fluttering, giving them the exhilarating feeling of riding high on the spring breeze.
Unfortunately, there was no Chang'an before them, nor any flowers.
Only a world seemingly frozen in the apocalypse...
Within the immense rift where an endless sea of clouds rose and fell, countless chunks of earth and stone and fragments floated in the vast void. Though swept by mighty gales, the fragments remained utterly motionless.
Bolts of lightning crisscrossed the void, yet seemed forever suspended in that instant, eternally frozen in mid-air as though cast from iron.
Fine sparks burst from the electric light, hanging in the air and bringing scattered illumination.
Heaven and earth were inverted.
Above them at this moment lay an eerie, rippling deep sea, flickering in and out of sight like an illusion. Yet it radiated a chilling aura that made people instinctively want to stay far away.
Meanwhile, from the deepest part of the churning sea of dark clouds below, countless specks of ghostly phosphorescent fire rose from the abyss. After passing through innumerable ruins, they fell towards the deep sea overhead.
Dreamlike and fantastical, so dazzlingly beautiful.
Worry-Free Duke glanced behind him. At once, someone among his subordinates opened the cages and released a flock of seabirds captured at sea.
In an instant, shrill cries rang out one after another.
The moment they flew off the deck and entered the rift, all the birds scattered like headless flies, flying crookedly or plummeting downward.
Some inexplicably exploded