Thoughts rose and fell; a white head faced the wind, scoffing at heaven's calamity.
Old wings bore a sword-at a loss, at a loss.
Thoughts rose and fell; yellow armor sang a dirge, reckoning cause and effect.
The old horse turned its head-no wrong, no wrong...
In the Forbidden Land, the void raged, rifts running rampant... A gray-robed figure sat motionless on the ground, his expression blank, his graying hair revealing his age.
Violent spatial rifts kept appearing in the void around the old man. Every time a pitch-black rift appeared, it destroyed everything around it.
This place seemed abandoned by the world, desolate and empty.
Within ten feet of the old man, some power of rules seemed to seal the space off from the outside world. Even the raging spatial rifts steered clear of those ten feet.
The old man gazed heavily at the Bronze Ancient Mirror on the stone platform before him. Its surface reflected everything the Holy Sect had done in the years since he entered seclusion.
He watched how the Holy Sect's elders in the mirror bowed and scraped to accommodate the Upper Realm.
He watched how the elders in the mirror imperiously pressured that lonely, helpless girl in white.
He watched the girl in white secretly come outside his place of seclusion and gaze blankly at him, then retreat helplessly into this Forbidden Land...
The old man sat before the stone platform, quietly waiting for the people in the mirror to come out.
Suddenly, the Bronze Ancient Mirror shuddered violently. Beneath its radiance, two white figures appeared in the Forbidden Land.
One was a woman in a white dress, quiet and graceful. The other was a white-haired youth in white robes, refined and bearing the sovereign bearing of the Mortal World...
The moment Su Mo