That starry sky in her memories was the homeland she could never return to, and Shi Lan had almost forgotten it.
Yet after arriving in this world, everything here carried a vague, familiar feeling, as though it had awakened fragments hidden deep within her soul.
Some extremely secret things had begun to stir.
Upon the high platform.
Facing the divine arrows shooting toward him, Zhang Jiao's expression remained calm. He did not move, allowing the sharp arrows to pierce his body.
More than ten arrows seemed to have sunk into a quagmire. The terrifying divine might wrapped around them—powerful enough to shatter the sun—was locked firmly inside Zhang Jiao's body. Blinding blood gushed forth like a spring, splashing across the high platform.
"The Heavenly Book's prophecy cannot be wrong. The Han must perish, even if it is not at my hands..."
Zhang Jiao muttered to himself. The divine light gradually faded from his eyes, while the bloodstained high platform slowly reflected an illusion of the starry sky, echoing the celestial phenomena above.
"Begin... the... formation..."
As those two words fell, Zhang Jiao's body instantly turned to dust and scattered between heaven and earth.
Hum--
The high platform standing by the sea, like a beacon guiding ships, suddenly lit up. Countless stars descended from the Ninth Heaven, converging into rivers, like a resplendent Milky Way rolling down from above.
The patterns carved into the high platform burst into dazzling radiance. It resembled a heavenly pillar connecting the cosmos, reaching up into the starry river and down into the boundless sea, filled with waves of destructive power.
"Fall back! It's demonic sorcery!"
Those with keen spiritual senses instantly detected that something was wrong. They shouted sharply and directed the military formations to shift, attempting to retreat, but they were still a