Rumble-
Thunder resounded across the land, and torrential rain swept through the mountains like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens.
On a ridge over ten li outside Yanjing, Xue Baijin stood in white robes, holding her cold iron Twin Maces. Raindrops slid incessantly down her chin as she gazed up at the towering city at the edge of her vision, her eyes filled with shock and bewilderment.
Dark clouds blotted out the distant sky. Lightning could be seen tearing through the sea of clouds, and the wind and rain almost formed a vortex. Countless weapons gleamed coldly beneath the lightning, pointing toward the Imperial City in the Northern Liang Capital.
Before those endless sharp edges stood a figure with both arms spread, his long hair dancing in the sky. He was so far away that he was no more than a black speck, but after sharing his bed so many times, Xue Baijin could still tell at a glance whose man he was.
Xue Baijin had once strained her imagination to picture Wu Taizu's bearing in his day, and had speculated about the heights Fengguancheng could reach when he went all out. Only now did she realize that she had still been limited by a mere mortal's impoverished imagination. Those past guesses were like wondering whether an emperor used a golden hoe to till his fields. How could they compare to even a ten-thousandth of what she saw before her?
Rumble-
A roar that could topple cities and shake mountains came from the distant city, a scene like the Milky Way spilling northward and ten thousand miles of sky collapsing.
Several li behind Xue Baijin, Perfected Person Xuanji, Qinghe, and Yunli, who had hurried after her, also stopped in their tracks, dumbstruck. No words could describe the emotions