History lay hidden in the details; history stood right before their eyes.
[The Nameless One] had been forced to reveal more and more—clothes, shoes, hairstyle, build, even the face people were on the verge of seeing—
Before that face was even revealed, his underpants were practically being stripped off!
The palaces of Zhanghua Terrace stood like a forest, while the Star River wound through them like a Dragon.
Every detail [the Nameless One] revealed narrowed the scope of his place within the river of history.
Jiang Wang and Zuo Xiao arrived side by side, one carrying a sword, the other holding a banner, ready to tear away his final veil.
Within the tableau Zhuge Yixian had sketched, wherever Jiang Wang and Zuo Xiao arrived was the next rift in time and space where Huang Weizhen and [the Nameless One] would clash. And sure enough, their figures appeared here!
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
Jiang Wang saw Huang Weizhen's face first. It was a face like his cultivation—transcending the mortal world, untouchable. As though the Creator, having exhausted every stroke of the finest brushwork, had suddenly been struck by inspiration and fashioned a visage of divine perfection.
He was the only person Jiang Wang had ever seen whose looks could rival Zhao Rucheng's.
Yet in cultivation, in legend, in the elegance of his character, no matter how much Jiang Wang favored Xiao Wu, he understood that there was still a qualitative gulf between them. Xiao Wu was too young, while Huang Weizhen had already endured the trial of long years—and had even truly died once.
He had returned to this world through the fantasies and remembrance of countless people, becoming a supreme existence transcending this world.
The instant Jiang Wang saw Huang Weizhen, he shifted his gaze away, instinctively looking toward [the Nameless