Reduced to Ash in an Instant

Li Shun could not help recalling what he had read in the East Mountain Town records: "Azure Province corresponds to the azure heavens of the east, the place where all waters converge. All the waterways beneath heaven gather here in mighty torrents and flow into the East Sea."

"The East Sea is, in truth, Great Qian's inland sea, its boundless blue waves teeming with life. Islands are scattered like stars, and a thousand sails weave among them."

"The Heavenly Dao Severed Sea, by contrast, is an endless forbidden wasteland adjoining those waters. Black mist churns, and all things lie deathly still."

Li Shun narrowed his eyes slightly, letting the mighty wind that had swept across the East Sea strike his face.

Back when I traveled from Cold Mountain to the Imperial Tomb, I was exhausted in body and mind. I never noticed how thick the wind was with moisture. After spending so long inside this sealed Imperial Tomb...

At that thought, Li Shun suddenly felt a little dazed.

He had only been there a long time by his own reckoning.

Nearly half a year in East Mountain Town, almost twenty-five years within the burial mound, but in reality...

When I first arrived in Imperial Tomb Commandery, it was the sixth day of the second month, New Calendar Year 753.

And today, the day Imperial Tomb Commandery returns, is only the twenty-second day of the second month.

Only half a month has passed, yet it already feels as though a lifetime separates us.

The shifting rhythms of yin and yang are truly wondrous.

A wind spanning ten thousand miles howled through the torn sky, forcibly dispersing the stagnant aura of decay and death that had accumulated for thousands of years.

Li Shun felt as though something was being rapidly drawn out