The Hour Has Come; Heaven's Mandate Returned Long Ago

As far as the human world was concerned, Hu Ma had merely fallen asleep.

No matter how strange and dazzling the events in the Nether Hall had been, no matter how earthshaking they had felt, they had been nothing more than a dream.

A dream was a private thing. But when he used that dream to touch upon mysterious and uncanny things, it suddenly took on a far greater significance.

And the decision he had made in that dream had, in an instant, stirred up indescribable, earthshaking waves. From the deepest, most distant place, they surged toward the human world, crashing into countless unsuspecting people.

On Great Sorrow Mountain, the National Teacher watched Old Abacus, who seemed utterly lost, and fell silent. Silent.

As the greatest practitioner of magic in the world, his hand had always been steady, and his judgment unfailingly precise. Yet at that moment, his whole body trembled. He could not describe what he had witnessed, this decision that he could not understand, yet that left him shaken.

Back in Imperial Capital City, the Hu Family Descendant had become the first person who always left him feeling unable to get a grip on things, and who made him feel defeated.

But he had still been unwilling to accept it, because he had lost to a scheme devised by the Hu Family and the Reincarnators together over more than twenty years.

The Hu Family Descendant had forced him out of Imperial Capital City, but had only gained the advantage by exploiting his weakness.

Yet now, at last, he could not deny that he had indeed been too shortsighted.

All the pride, knowledge, and ability he had always taken pride in seemed so small and fragile beside this.

After a long while, he rose and came to stand before