As though in answer to the watchers' question.
At the lower left corners of those nine Eternal Heavenly Steles—where inscriptions or paintings would normally bear their signatures—a seal mark stood prominently raised...
It was precious, resolute, beyond all doubt. Overall, it was a square seal imprint, framing heaven and binding earth, its characters embossed upon its surface. They read—
"Eternal Imperial Heavenly Treasure, Emperor of Great Jing."
These eight characters were exceedingly simple, yet every one weighed like a mountain, carrying the weight of countless tons. They held no overly complicated meaning, only a direct declaration—they declared that these nine Eternal Heavenly Steles were the handiwork of Ji Fengzhou, Son of Heaven of Great Jing. The strokes still being traced upon the steles were the personal inscription of Ji Fengzhou, wielding supreme power!
Imperial calligraphy—the brush raced like dragons and serpents.
This grand undertaking that stirred the Cang Sea bore Yu Que's name as commander, but in truth, the Son of Heaven was personally leading the expedition!
The Ji Fengzhou of today naturally could not be compared to Human Emperor Lieshan. Even ruling the Central Empire and possessing supreme power, he remained far too distant from that emperor invincible in the world. Yet the investment the Central Great Jing Empire had made in this great enterprise of the present day was no less than that of Middle Antiquity!
For example, to awaken the Qiu Niu-blooded exotic beast, the people of Jing Kingdom had gathered the heart-tip blood of nearly every renowned musician, nurturing and watering it with secret arts. The one who tended it was the "foremost master of music in the Central Regions," who played the zither day and night for decades. Such measures were too numerous to list. And these were merely the initial preparations.
Humanity's Torrent rolled