A living being who wielded this Immortal Authority could not arbitrarily make a dynasty flourish, decline, survive, or perish, because what most directly influenced everything was the vast complexity of reality, while the highest determining will was the Heavenly Mandate. But it at least stood upon some abstract tendency behind the changes of all things, allowing it to perform a certain degree of [foresight] and [correction].
Those who bore Qilin Blood were the human strength through which it communicated these [foresights] and carried out certain [corrections].
From the perspective of the people of Great Tang, this meant that their prosperous Great Tang forever received the will of Heaven from above. Precisely because [fortune] lay between Heaven's will and reality, "a bearer of Qilin Blood as sovereign" brought into being that unseen channel of "Haotian-Qilin-Tang Emperor."
Having understood this, Pei Ye quietly watched the great serpent slowly climb, as though he had suddenly understood many things.
The rustling grew ever more sacred amid the Brahma Sound. Pei Ye raised his head. This long sutra was finally nearing the end of its recitation.
Every sound in the tower fell still, and the honored guests ceased their conversations. Even many of those here rarely witnessed such a wondrous sight, let alone one that was merely the prelude to hearing Heaven's will today.
The Vermilion Tower had eighteen stories, and White Snake's long body coiled around it eighteen times. The fine, lustrous white scales were right before Pei Ye, each as large as his upper body. There had been no sign at all of this snake's arrival, and downstairs earlier, Pei Ye had seen no space that could accommodate her. Now he activated [Quail Head], seeking to escape the influence upon his mind and perceive some underlying essence. Yet the next instant, he could