That door to history still stood open in the Sun Palace. Behind its half-closed panels, the years flowed like rippling waves.
Song Huai watched quietly, silently awaiting the outcome.
In truth, the outcome had long been decided for him. Whether Wu Zhaixue succeeded or not would not affect his fate. The road to immortality had been severed, Yu Gui taken away, the Heavenly Dao left incomplete. Beset by tribulation now, emptiness hereafter.
Only Wu Zhaixue's reclaiming of himself and walking through history had shown him a force capable of transcending the chessboard—a change the Heavenly Derivation Bureau could not encompass... He thought that anticipating a famed game was a chess player's instinct.
He remained silent until that door collapsed from a solid form into a flat plane, thinning until it became a cloak. The surging years behind the door became a single backlit figure.
It was a backlit figure beyond description!
It seemed forever to be walking forward, yet forever pierced through by one's gaze. It was riddled with holes, yet vast and majestic. It seemed so near, yet could never truly be reached.
Like a banner flying within the Sun Palace, its shadow beneath its feet seemed the convergence of countless lights and silhouettes. It appeared to hang suspended above an endlessly churning sea of time... No matter how the years rushed on, they could not shake it.
Song Huai could not decipher it, nor did he attempt to understand.
He only knew that the person returning through history's door was not Wu Zhaixue.
The one who had gone seeking Zhu You had failed to return. Then who was this person who had returned?
Without warning, Song Huai burst into flames. From his imperial robes to the Heavenly Dao Crown, then to his eyes and his Dao body, all