The Third Year of King Zhuangxiang of Qin.
A star fell upon Chenggao.
Boom!
With a thunderous crash, the whole of Chenggao City shook.
War had left the city somewhat deserted, and this upheaval plunged it into deeper chaos. Many Common Folk fled in haste, while others barred their doors.
Inside and outside the city, all was quiet. Only a handful of Literati dared venture out. War seemed not to have dampened their taste for conversation; many gathered in teahouses and taverns to discuss current affairs.
"What point in time have I landed in? Where am I?"
In the woods north of the city, the fallen star had left a crater. Chen Cuo staggered out of it, glanced at his torn clothes, and shook his head. With a turn of his thoughts, he tried to turn illusion into reality and dress himself in fresh clothes.
But when the thought settled, no clothes appeared.
"Huh?"
Chen Cuo suppressed the turmoil in his Qi and Blood and focused his senses. Only then did he discover, to his astonishment, that his cultivation at the peak of the Sixth Realm seemed sealed within him, impossible to release. By contrast, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him was so abundant that every breath left his mind clear and at ease.
"Interesting. A strange force of law seems to fill this entire world, making Magic Power and Spirit Light difficult to wield. Yet this force differs from the power of the Heavenly Dao..." Gray Mist flowed from his body and projected a Black Daoist Robe over him. Chen Cuo looked up at the sky, probing the mysteries of this place. "Even sending my Divine Sense outside my body feels unbearably heavy."
He was no stranger to the power of laws. Two great Cult Leaders