Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Wild winds howled, and incense shone like light.
Deep in the night sky, a comet fell.
On the banks of the Wu River, the Hegemon dismounted to fight on foot. His Long Halberd swept out, his qi and blood arcing like a rainbow, and in the blink of an eye, he cut down dozens of Han soldiers!
Chen Cuo drifted along the river in a boat, watching from afar. He could not help but marvel. "A hegemon of his age indeed—a reincarnated Star Lord. Though he never truly cultivated, nor awakened his Past-Life Wisdom, the natural growth of his vigorous qi and blood alone brought him to the pinnacle! By the strength of flesh and blood alone, he's nearly broken through the limits of Longevity! And beyond that, his Martial Merit is unmatched. After campaigning north and south, he's become an object of faith for countless people. With their heartfelt worship and prayers, had he not died in this battle, who could say what path he might have taken?"
As he reflected, he clasped his hands behind his back. Faint Gray Mist rippled around him, and fragments of the past, great and small, from the years of the Chu-Han struggle gathered like fleeting lights and shadows, merging into the mist.
In a daze, a point of radiance deep within the Dream Marsh grew brighter. Five Colors had mingled within it, flickering in a riot of hues, now gathering, now scattering. Seventeen stars circled it, faintly on the verge of merging into it.
Seven years had passed since he arrived at this point in time.
In those seven years, he had watched the Qin Dynasty fall apart, witnessed heroes vying for the throne, and seen the struggle between the Hegemon of Western Chu, who sought to restore the