Tong Pass bordered the Yellow River to the north and rested against Heroic Mountain to the south, magnificent and imposing.
But at that moment, more than four hundred thousand men of the Central Plains gazed up at the sky.
Every face was stricken with horror, as though they had stumbled into a dream.
Thunder lashed and lightning exploded across the heavens, furious and savage; yet clear skies also shone over the world, peaceful and serene.
In a single instant, they witnessed the strange phenomena of all four seasons, rain, snow, storms, and sunlight pressing against and covering one another, interweaving in layer upon layer.
Suddenly.
A young armored soldier turned deathly pale and said in a trembling voice:
"It's raining fire."
Those few words should have left people unsure whether to laugh or cry.
Raining fire?
Had he suddenly lost his mind?
Yet none of the soldiers beside him laughed. The horror in their eyes could not have been greater.
It really was raining fire.
The horizon tore open, and densely packed masses of flame fell like blood-red meteors descending upon Tong Pass.
Just as the soldiers panicked and tried to flee, the flames settled over their heads. Warmth spread throughout their bodies, yet their skin and flesh remained unharmed.
Amid thunder, torrential rain, violent winds, and blazing fire, purple qi streamed in from the east for dozens of miles. Auspicious dragons and phoenixes seemed to appear in the heavens, while immortal cranes circled and swooped.
The four hundred thousand hot-blooded men watched in a trance, murmuring "Regent King." Their faint voices gathered together and swept across all of Tong Pass.
In an instant, a golden figure shot up from the camp gate into the depths of the heavens, his immense divine power sweeping up weapon after weapon from the