The Throne Forged from Bones

Lin Cheng wandered through the abandoned palace, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the surroundings. The place bore many traces of battle. Some of the lingering marks still radiated a terrifying aura of killing intent; even when Lin Cheng drew near, his divine soul throbbed with pain.

A dreadful sensation surged into his heart, and fragmented scenes surfaced in his mind. They seemed to depict an earthshaking war: a figure whose appearance could not be seen clearly, like an incomparably enormous ball of light, stood proudly in the void and fought ceaselessly against a group of equally terrifying beings.

"Was this the great war from back then?"

"The figure within that ball of light should be that Majesty... Could he be the transmigrator I'm searching for?"

Silently, Lin Cheng took out a broken porcelain shard that Beishan Lie had stuffed into his hands long ago. It carried a heavy aura of the passage of time, clearly something left behind ages ago. After repeatedly confirming that the writing left upon it was real and not an illusion, Lin Cheng drew a deep breath.

"I wonder what the other transmigrators are like?"

"Since I could transmigrate, and a second transmigrator has appeared, there's no reason the rest wouldn't transmigrate as well... Perhaps someone may even have transmigrated before me. Where did those people go? Did they die, or are they still alive somewhere?"

"Did they have golden fingers too, or did they simply transmigrate out of thin air without gaining any special abilities?"

"...I really want to meet them."

At that moment, Lin Cheng's emotions churned violently. Several centuries had already passed since he transmigrated. If the differing flow of time in the Heavenly Realm was taken into account, then at least several thousand, perhaps even tens of thousands, of years had passed...