Memories are frozen at a cataclysmic transformation: the last feudal emperor abdicated, and the Heirloom Seal of the Realm, which maintained the order of the Nine Provinces, lost its efficacy alongside.
The thousand-year imperial fortune it carried did not flow into the newborn nation as expected. Instead... it violently disintegrated, dissipating entirely into the heavens and mountains.
This was akin to withdrawing the stabilizing needle pinned on the dragon veins of the Nine Provinces!
From then on, yin and yang were reversed, and spectral entities roamed freely.
The flame of science struggled to spread, yet the shadow of the supernatural had silently seeped into every corner of the world.
Thinking of this, Lu Xuan's gaze once again swept over the ominous "White Tiger Grasping Corpse" grave before him, then over the fervent-looking advisor and the fawning adjutant.
Finally, it landed on the thousands of soldiers clutching rudimentary weapons, looking earnestly at him.
