Riot

The Northern Plains.

A cold wind swept across the grassland. Green rippled over it like waves...

"The Northern Rong Tribe was once nothing more than a herding tribe. But ten years ago, an able leader named Zhao rose among them. He reformed their cavalry and archery, greatly strengthened the tribe, swallowed up its neighbors, then marched south..."

Above the clouds, Yue wore the Bronze Nuo Mask and silently watched.

She saw more than ten thousand archers kneel as one. The man at their head had deep-set features and a bearing fit for a king.

He knelt with both knees on the ground, palms turned to the sky. "Eternal Heaven... grant us glory!"

Rattle!

On the altar, a great bow tipped with ox horns suddenly trembled, its string humming.

A shaman beside it, dressed in black robes and holding a staff of white bone, cried, "Eternal Heaven has answered! We shall win a great victory!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

The bowmen roared, their spirits soaring.

Yue watched in shock. "The Northern Rong are human too... But they have a shaman? Has the Shamanic Way spread this far?"

Grand Witch Su had founded the Shamanic Way, with the Shaman Terrace as its source.

Later, when the Jing Son of Heaven enfeoffed the lords, the Shamanic Way naturally spread to their kingdoms.

Yue sensed that several powerful kingdoms had even raised Spirit Shamans of their own.

But finding a shaman among nomads like the Northern Rong still shook her.

"The spiritual energy between heaven and earth seems to be growing... Spirit treasures keep appearing... This is a golden age for cultivation!"

Understanding dawned in Yue's heart.

Below, thousands upon thousands of riders mounted their horses. To them, covering a hundred li was as easy as eating and drinking.

When they came within several dozen