The dark clouds covered the moon, plunging everything into darkness.
Across the grasslands came the mournful howls of the wind. At times it was as gentle as a breeze brushing one's face; at others, as violent as a typhoon sweeping through. It left its mark among the towering mountains and along the narrow, winding paths.
Not until the middle of the night...
Did the bright moon finally deign to emerge. Its pure, silvery light poured down like a river of stars, spilling across the vast grasslands.
"The wind's stopped!" ??
Mu Xiu looked up at the sky with a grave expression.
The wind had swept away the dark clouds overhead, and one by one, the stars began to twinkle.
"Fortune-teller!"
Ren Huan curiously stepped forward and asked, "What have you read in the stars this time?!"
"I see chaos engulfing the land!"
Mu Xiu looked troubled and said solemnly, "This celestial omen seems to promise peace and prosperity, with a new empire rising. But hidden within it are several unstable factors that could turn into chaos at any moment."
"Chaos engulfing the land? I think you're worrying over nothing!"
Miss Dongfang said dismissively, "The last time the land was in chaos, it looked as if demons were running wild, but in truth, it was our Emperor slaughtering them left and right. Now that our Emperor has unified the land, who would be foolish enough to stick their neck out?!"
"Amitabha!"
Master San Nong immediately pressed his palms together, signaling that Miss Dongfang was absolutely right.
The Great Qin now had not only millions of fierce, battle-hardened troops, but also more than a dozen Emperor-level Experts protecting it. Even the once-arrogant noble clans were cowering in corners.
How could chaos possibly engulf the land?!
"As long as the Ancestral Dragon remains,