The entire Forbidden City was in a frantic uproar.
An incense stick later, the emperor's Shadow Dragon Guard came galloping in.
"Your Majesty, the traitor has reached North Imperial Avenue and is closing in on Black Tortoise Gate!"
Emperor Jingde's gaze was dark as he prepared to enter the Ancestral Hall.
Suddenly, he stopped, shock spreading across his face.
Someone burst past the flying eaves and stood in the sky, his back hunched and his hair snowy white.
Two thunderclouds lay beneath his feet.
Before everyone's eyes, the old man punched the sky.
Yes, he punched the heavens.
The ministers of the Court felt suffocated, as though they were gazing upon a god.
"Is this the power of a god?" Jiang Huji murmured. The might seed within his dantian had already blossomed into brilliantly colored petals. He had trampled the laws of heaven and earth beneath his feet and could command Heaven and Earth Essence at will.
Punch after punch overlapped. Heaven and earth turned blindingly white, and the Forbidden City shone as brightly as day. Fist-sized bolts of violet thunder raced like meteors, densely packed and boundless.
The entire Imperial City fell silent.
Whether the Imperial Army at Black Tortoise Gate or the consorts and palace maids in the palace gardens, everyone stared, tongue-tied, at the miraculous spectacle.
Even the High Ministers were shaken beyond measure.
No words, however magnificent, could describe the astounding phenomenon before their eyes.
Thousands upon thousands of bolts of violet thunder carpeted the sky, flooding the entire Imperial City with daylight!!
That morning, they had witnessed Jia Huan summon a downpour beneath clear skies, and even make heavy snow fall in brilliant sunshine. Those feats had already overturned everything they knew from the Sages' Books.
But whether "rain pouring in torrents" or "snowflakes as