Tan Ping pushed open the window. The sky was a clear blue, dotted with white clouds that stretched beyond sight, markedly different from the faint gloom brought by the Nine Abysses' erosion at the end of the Era. Just looking at it made him feel clear-headed and refreshed.
Could this really be the early Middle Ages, during the reign of Sage Emperor Qi? Had he truly returned to the past?
The Huang Liang Pillow, the Huang Liang Pillow... Could it have been nothing more than an almost-real dream?
Amid the surging emotions of delight, doubt, and confusion, Tan Ping saw specks of white light descending from the sky. Only when they neared him did he realize that they were flowers raining from heaven, accompanied by an auspicious phenomenon.
"The Sage Emperor offers sacrifice to Heaven; all evils retreat!"
The loud cry he had heard earlier echoed again. One rainbow after another rose at the edge of the sky, spreading toward them and converging into a vast road of light. Then fierce winds howled and raindrops fell. The Wind Marquis and the Rain Master, two Legendary Great Powers, led divine soldiers and Immortal Generals under their command in clearing the way. Their procession was mighty and imposing, and every aura made Tan Ping feel ashamed of his own insignificance.
Behind the Wind Marquis and the Rain Master, bolts of lightning split the sky, illuminating Heaven and Earth. The Lightning Marquis and Lightning Empress escorted an imperial carriage as it slowly rolled forward, thunder after thunder sounding like voices welcoming it.
The imperial carriage had a simple, ancient design. It was spattered with mottled bloodstains, its colors all different, yet each contained a formidable will, as though its owner had died with eyes still open. An ancient, eerie aura filled the sky.