"Emperor Huai was handsome and graceful, versed in music, and unmatched in poetry and painting. His beauty could topple the world. Some said, 'He might have been a noble son in an age of peace, but never the supreme ruler in an age of chaos.'"
—Book of Qin, Annals of Emperor Huai
On the Martial Practice Platform, Huang Sheli had the Thunder Sound Pagoda floating above her head and gripped the Universal Salvation Demon-Subduing Pestle, waiting with focused attention.
Zhao Rucheng's gaze was cold. He broke through the Buddhist seal with his will, his power poised to erupt.
Just then, a voice suddenly rang out.
A voice of immense authority, as if it laid down the laws of heaven and earth.
A voice that no one could help but hear and obey.
"I was just wondering who this handsome man was. Now I've figured it out."
The voice of the Great Qin Emperor!
On the north side of the Pillars of the Six Directions, the black dragon robe stirred slightly.
His voice seemed to rise from the Ninth Heaven and travel through the Six Directions, destined to resound across the Eight Desolations!
"Ying Ziyu, what brings you here?"
The whole assembly fell silent!
People looked this way and that, exchanging astonished glances.
What was going on?
This prodigy of the Mu Kingdom, so beautiful he seemed unreal, wasn't Deng Qi, but Ying Ziyu?
His surname was Ying?
A storm of shock surged through everyone's hearts.
On the Martial Practice Platform, Zhao Rucheng continued watching Huang Sheli without shifting his gaze. "I stand on the Platform of the World and bear the responsibility of Great Mu. Forgive me, but I cannot bow."
The Yellow River Assembly was of extraordinary significance.
No one could, or should, interfere with this grand event.