The river of Yue Kingdom's 1,592-year history surged through the corridor of time and space.
Yue Taizong Wen Zhong and Gao Zheng of Hidden Prime Peak stood respectively at history's origin and its end.
They gazed at each other from the two ends of Yue Kingdom's history. That distant glance had already conveyed all that lay between.
The river of time was vast and mighty, yet every drop within it carried the grandeur of countless Yue people's lifelong struggle.
At this moment, Jiang Wang stood halfway along the narrow corridor of time and space, his back to a door.
Yue Kingdom's time streamed like water across the translucent ceiling of the corridor.
In the room behind him, the True Person who had earlier emerged seeking Fei for the Ge Clan was now shut behind tightly closed doors.
In the room before him, Heavenly Secret True Person Ren Qiuli still sat in that armchair woven from lines of rules, confronting him from afar.
At the far end to his left stood Yue Taizong Wen Zhong; at the far end to his right stood Prime Minister Gao Zheng.
There was no difference between leaning against the wall and leaning against a door, because this was [Mirror Lake], a realm controlled by another. Jiang Wang remained wary of every corner here. He trusted only his sword.
He was not surrounded on three sides. Enemies lay in all eight directions.
But that was of no consequence.
Since he had stepped into the quagmire of Yue Kingdom, he naturally had to face everything.
There was often such a question—if one's ancestors had spirits in heaven, what would they think upon seeing their descendants like this?
Now, it seemed, the answer could be seen.
Yue Taizong Wen Zhong, who had died back in Dao Calendar 2531,