The Golden Crow hung above Cloud Continent, as did the hole in the heavens. Amid endless turbulent currents and raging winds, even the temperature turned unpredictably hot and cold. Great Zhen and all of Cloud Continent lay beneath an apocalyptic scene.
Ji Yuan had designated the region of Great Zhen on Cloud Continent as the central pivot of the world's fortunes and had done everything in his power to protect it. Though the Golden Crow could not fully know Ji Yuan's arrangements, once it entered this world, it naturally found it easy to sense the uniqueness of this place.
At this moment, even Yin Qing felt a profound sense of powerlessness when he looked up at the Golden Crow in the sky. Around him, the group of officials and soldiers who had emerged from the government offices and Imperial Court with him all stared blankly into the heavens.
On some streets of Great Zhen, common folk stood at a loss. Some even knelt and worshipped the sky, taking the Golden Crow overhead for a heavenly god.
"Get up! All of you, get up! How is that any Orthodox God? It is clearly a demonic evil!"
"Do not worship it, do not worship it—"
Some scholars in the streets flew into a rage at the sight. One mild-mannered scholar even charged into the crowd and began striking people with his book.
Within the Great Zhen army, Yin Chong gripped his steel spear so tightly his hand nearly crushed it, issuing a military order with a roar at the very limit of his voice.
"Within the three armies, anyone who kneels shall be beheaded—"
The Golden Crow looked down upon all living beings, upon the mortal world, as though it could even look into people's hearts. How many years had it