Four Saints

The sealing art collapsed with startling suddenness—so sudden that, aside from Tianye, the caster himself, none of the many powerful figures present sensed the slightest warning sign, including Wen Xinyun and Luo Wei, bolstered by two formations.

There was no tremor, no thunderous blast.

The lotus of seals blooming between heaven and earth seemed to have been seized by an invisible giant hand, twisting soundlessly in the stillness.

Was that an art?

Or the essence of the Dao?

They did not know, nor could they tell. The only thing they could roughly ascertain was the identity of the person destroying the sealing art.

Aside from Tianye and Tianyan, the woman affiliated with the Heavenly Oversight Pavilion, most of those present were upper echelons of the Sect Alliance who had lived through the previous era.

The world was vast—so vast that, over the past several decades, most of those present had never laid eyes on the master of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Yet the world was also small—so small that every move he made and every policy he enacted would be delivered onto their desks.

They had all lived through this Jiajing restoration, witnessing Great Yan grow stronger step by step under the Emperor and the Prime Minister's rule.

Several decades was a long stretch of time, yet compared to what those two had accomplished, it seemed far too brief.

Whether it was the Heavenly Splendor Gate coup before the Emperor's ascension, the Tachao rebellion and the downfall of the Twin Kings afterward, or the preaching of the Dao to all under heaven that thoroughly transformed the balance between the court and the Sect Alliance—each one, taken alone, was a grand tide that would shape a century. Yet under the Emperor and the Prime Minister's joint efforts, all of them had