Three Times

Crash!

Man walked forward step by step, lead and mercury streaming from his footprints.

His body grew unnaturally tall. Two small black horns sprouted from his head, and countless snakes and insects seemed to writhe beneath his robes.

"I'm going to die..."

Man's thoughts were just as muddled. In a rare moment of clarity, understanding surfaced in his mind.

Several figures seemed to stand before him, their lips moving as they explained something. Or perhaps they had hidden in the Great Void, afraid to face him...

But he could no longer spare them any attention. His past flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, scene after scene.

In the end, it stopped on one small figure beneath a waterfall in the Great Jing Tribe.

"When I die... I shall become a mountain, with a mouth, nose, ears, and eyes. Ask me a question, and I shall speak. Spirits shall be born upon the mountain, lead and mercury shall gather, and mica shall multiply... My eyes shall face Qi Capital and watch what becomes of the Jiang bloodline..."

Man's voice rang out, echoing through the Great Void.

He had seen the eyes of that Northern Rong Spirit Shaman himself. After death, the shaman had asked Yue to hang his eyes before the Shaman Terrace. He had witnessed its glory, but he had also witnessed its destruction... In a sense, his wish had been fulfilled.

Man was a Grand Witch comparable to a Purple Mansion cultivator. As a mountain, he could wait here for millions of years. One day, he would surely see the Northern Qi capital fall and the Jiang bloodline perish...

Rumble!

Three days later, the violent upheaval of the earth's veins finally ceased.

A great mountain now stood outside the Northern Qi capital. Its many caves resembled