Shi Feiyang waited quietly on Bridge Mountain as time trickled past, sensing the seals within the mountain, in the Sacred Mausoleum, gradually losing the power that Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan's ministers had bestowed upon them together thousands of years ago.
At last, the appointed day and hour arrived. Night fell, and the hour of Hai began.
Shi Feiyang had already bathed and changed his clothes, and was burning incense and offering prayers in Xuanyuan Hall.
Another half hour passed, and muffled thunder began rolling through the sky without cease. The entire vault of heaven trembled, as though countless thunder gods stood throughout the Nine Heavens Divisions, unleashing thunder together and frightening the billions of living beings on earth into cowering stillness.
Then fierce winds sprang up, rain poured down, and lightning wove a net across the sky. After this had raged for a short while, the midpoint of Hai arrived, and millions of rays of light surged from underground, piercing the rainy night to reach the heavens.
Shi Feiyang used his escape art to sink underground. Over the past few days, he had thoroughly mapped the interior of Bridge Mountain. Parting the earth's qi, he swiftly entered the passage and rode his escape light onward, soon reaching its end. Before him stood an enormous, pitch-black stone door, its dark surface carved with reliefs from ancient times. Two braziers stood on either side; sensing the vitality of an approaching person, they ignited on their own.
Shi Feiyang waved his hand and pushed the great door open. Beyond it lay the inner burial chamber, a rectangular space of eight or nine mu. Its four walls were carved with scenes of ancient battles. Directly ahead stood a rectangular stone altar several zhang long, behind which were a stone couch and a Suspended Coffin bearing