The Brahma Gold Page had at last withered; the Sea Blue Page stood high and far away. This page of Clear Sky Colorless was stirred by the evening wind, gently curling up, escaping the tip of the recording brush and drifting down onto the candle flame, as though... leaping aloft within a golden sun.
"Heroes on the page are all young; those who write of heroes are hardly young." Sima Heng's suspended brush remained still as he stared blankly at the candle flame. "In the end, the sun rises from Yang Valley and sets in Yu Abyss. The chapter of bewilderment cannot be seen."
King Zhao had gone too far. He had donned Mo Yang's crown, and at the very moment he blazed across the sky like the sun, he had been invited into the Sun Palace.
Within this History Graveyard, He viewed past and present as one might examine the lines of a palm, and observed heaven and earth in no more than the turn of an eye—yet even He could not fathom this blazing sun.
Even though He wielded the most resolute historian's brush of all ages, He still had to go there in person to truly witness this history—today's story, and the Longhua Scripture Banquet of Dao Calendar 1321!
The candle tears had not yet run dry; a bean-sized gleam of gold remained.
It seemed to foretell that, throughout the entire chapter of history, this too would be its most splendid and radiant page.
Sima Heng gently nudged the lampstand, suspending that golden sun before him, and by its light illuminated his cluttered desk—
The desk was covered in densely packed manuscripts, scattered in piles here and there. Though the ink mark was faint, every stroke carried the weight of ten thousand jun.
Compared to the "biographical