Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
Winds and clouds churned through the void, wave upon wave of clouds surging ceaselessly. The day of return that everyone had eagerly awaited finally arrived as promised.
This should have been a glorious day of celebration throughout the Klan Empire.
It was the day of reunion Shiheng, who had traveled far from home and become trapped in the deadly Tomb of the Gods, had promised everyone he would return.
To keep that appointment, Shi Hao had not dared pause for even a moment along the way. He had forgone every chance to rest, traveling day and night along ancient roads swept by winds stretching for thousands of miles. Through sheer effort, he had shortened a return journey that should have taken twenty full days to half a month.
He traveled beneath the stars and moon, striding through the wind. His old internal injuries slowly healed during his relentless journey, and his formidable physique returned to its peak. His thoughts were pure and unwavering. From beginning to end, all he wanted was simple-to go home.
He had been full of anticipation, imagining that peaceful, harmonious scenes would greet him when he entered the royal city's territory. He had imagined his mother standing there smiling, with Grand Duke Kelan and the elder Frost Dragon quietly waiting to welcome those returning after a long separation.
He had also secretly clung to the hope that they could hold out against the catastrophe hanging over the entire empire until his father returned.
But when Shi Hao broke through the last swirling winds, reached the ridge outside the royal city, and raised his eyes toward the city below-
The whole world abruptly fell deathly silent.
The hot blood surging ceaselessly through the youth's body froze completely