Rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble...
The entirety of Tingqiu Mountain began to stir. There was no need for Hong Shengtin to manipulate the earth veins; every peak showed signs of growing, the mountain range stretching upward from beneath the ground. All of Tingqiu Mountain trembled faintly, yet it was nowhere near as violent as an Earth Dragon Turning Over.
The attendants remaining at the foot of the highest peak all watched the upheaval across the surrounding mountains in terror and unease. Wild beasts cried out everywhere, birds flapped into flight everywhere. This change woke many hibernating animals and threw them into restless agitation.
Yet soft waves of light soon emerged across the mountains, soothing the animals' unrest somewhat. Still, all of Tingqiu Mountain seemed as though it had awakened from hibernation.
But Yang Sheng and the Great Zhen officials grew ever more uneasy, their anxiety mounting to increasingly exaggerated heights.
After he finished declaring that the reign title would be counted anew from Jianchang Year One, what followed chiefly concerned Great Zhen—or rather, the human race and the human path. Sweat beaded on Yang Sheng's brow, yet he forcibly resisted the urge to wipe it away and continued reading without pause. Occasionally, he raised his head slightly and saw the stars in the sky seeming to press down upon him.
An unprecedented pressure bore down upon Great Zhen's ruler and ministers, with Yang Sheng, clutching the Fengshan Scroll, naturally taking the brunt of it.
Had it been another emperor, he might well have been unable even to stand steadily by now. But Yang Sheng had practiced martial arts since childhood and achieved no small accomplishment, while Yin Zhaoxian had taught him from a young age. His heart's energy ran high. He stubbornly held himself up, refusing to bend his legs