The False Causality in his vision resembled a scroll scorched by fire, its edges slowly curling and peeling away.
As ancient memories preserved within the Mythic Echo flooded his mind, a name buried in the Lost Mythic Age surfaced in Zhou Yao's thoughts.
The Black Tiger of the Mysterious Altar!
He was the mount of Zhao Gongming, the Orthodox Black Tiger Marshal of the Dark Altar and Main God of the Wealth Department, one of the Heavenly Court's Eight Ministries.
During his last journey deep into the Mythic Echo, Zhou Yao had surveyed the entirety of the Heavenly Court's Eight Ministries from the perspective of the Six-Heaven Emperor Lord.
Immortals had gathered in the Heavenly Court then. In that golden age, although Zhao Gongming held the position of Main God of the Wealth Department, he was far from the most dazzling of the many ancient Golden Immortals.
As for this Black Tiger of the Mysterious Altar, in that Mythic Era crowded with immortals and gods, he was merely the Wealth Department's Main God's mount, hardly anyone important. Even Sun Wukong's office as Bimawen had authority over him.
But times had changed. The Heavenly Court had long since collapsed in an unknown catastrophe, and its immortals and gods had perished in the long river of time.
Once considered an ordinary beast of burden by the gods of the Myriad Heavens, this Black Tiger of the Mysterious Altar was a divine beast who had clung to life from that most ancient Mythic Era until the present. What his existence represented had undergone a earth-shattering transformation.
He was a living fossil of Old Mythology, an ancient being who had truly experienced the Heavenly Court's laws.
Zhou Yao's gaze lingered on that immense shadow for only the briefest instant before he withdrew it with