"The Emperor kneels at the ruins of the Celestial Palace, burning himself, dying and vanishing, washing away the polluted civilization in the boundless darkness, the endless night..."
Speaking as if in a trance, Zhang Qiren seemed to be dreaming, as if the voice traversed thousands of years, using his mouth to speak out again on this rainy night, on this street, in this speeding vehicle!
In the Bronze Hall, Bai Mo frowned, carefully noting down every sentence.
"...The emperor of the Nine Kingdoms in the boundless darkness, the endless night, washes away the polluted civilization.
"Sometimes there is blood like a tsunami, drowning the land, cleansing the impure creatures.
"Sometimes there are pills like meteors, falling from the sky, shattering pavilions and towers.
"Sometimes mountains and seas turn into symbols, killing intent fills the heavens, withering endless vegetation.
"Sometimes the Cyan Dragon soars, roaring loudly, its voice shifting sun, moon, and stars.
