Nuwa Temple: A Shadow War

Wooo—

The deep horn call swept beneath the heavens. From afar, a long dragon-like procession could be seen slowly "shifting" across the earth.

Li Changshou stood beneath the eaves at a corner of Holy Mother Palace, gazing into the distance. He saw an Honor Guard of tens of thousands marching across the land. At the front, a hundred men and women wearing shaman masks leaped and danced about; behind them, over a dozen horns carried by several people each blared incessantly. Several groups of replacements stood to either side, taking turns rotating in. It was exceedingly lively.

Most of the Honor Guard consisted of armored soldiers, protecting the enormous carriage drawn by thirty-two identical exotic beasts.

One had to admit, mortal kings certainly knew how to enjoy themselves. The carriage was like a small hall, divided into upper and lower levels. Music played within, graceful figures danced languidly, and besides King Zhou, eight ministers accompanied him.

A true mobile home.

These so-called exotic beasts were actually just "ordinary wild beasts" tamed by the Human Race. They were merely stronger and more enduring, making them the imperial household's preferred draft animals and a symbol of King Shang's status.

At this sight, birds scattered, pedestrians withdrew, and billowing yellow sand blotted out the sky and sun.

If one possessed the Art of Observing Qi, one could see a golden dragon slowly swimming directly above the Human Emperor's Honor Guard, its head shrouding King Zhou.

Human Emperor's Destiny.

Since the Dragon Clan had once become the Human Race's totem in ancient times and had helped the Human Race during its darkest hour, they had become the symbolic totem of the Human Race.

By rights, King Shang's destiny should have manifested as the Mysterious Bird, but in the end, it could not compare to