Silence!
Deathly silence!
Silence was contagious. Even those farther from the altar, who had not witnessed the scene themselves, remained silent.
Liu Che stared blankly at the brand-new bamboo slip without a single scorch mark. Though it was suffused with coolness, he found it extraordinarily hot to the touch.
Great indeed was the primal power of Heaven!
Great indeed was the primal power of Heaven!
Yuanshi, Yuanshi, Yuanshi.
As though someone had raised a vessel high and poured water into his brain, those two words kept rushing into his mind, utterly routing the word "Taichu."
Sage King-no, Supreme Heaven, highest, most sage, most exalted-did you truly dwell above the Nine Heavens, looking down upon the human world?
Had I truly received the Mandate of Heaven, born to rule all the subjects beneath heaven?
Liu Che was stunned, shaken, numb. For a man who remained a grandiose adolescent all his life, countless thoughts now churned through his mind.
The ministers nearest the platform were all gaping, their tongues tied. Judging by their expressions, they probably thought their eyes had just played tricks on them.
If their eyes had not played tricks on them, could Sage King Supreme Heaven really have sent down a bamboo slip of Heavenly Revelation?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
So thought the ministers.
Jia Yi and Dong Zhongshu stood right beside Liu Che and had seen the entire process with exceptional clarity. They had seen with their own eyes the bamboo slips Liu Che tossed in turn instantly to flying ash, seen a bamboo slip appear out of thin air and fall into the Son of Heaven's hand, and even glimpsed the writing on it. The impact of witnessing the whole process could well be imagined.
Without consulting each other, both slowly turned their eyes toward Luo Jing beside