Outside the hall was clamor, yet inside lay a deathly silence.
In the dim light, Donghuang Taiyi sat cross-legged in the main seat, eyes closed without uttering a word, and without any breath, as if he had already entered meditation.
After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze profound, like the vast expanse of stars.
"What exactly have I forgotten?"
Donghuang Taiyi murmured to himself, his thick brows slightly furrowed, his face full of confusion.
These days, he often saw another three-legged Golden Crow in his dreams, he saw himself and it being born upon the sun, dependent on each other for life, but these images were very vague, intermittent, making it impossible for him to comprehend.
He always felt that the dream was real because it was impossible for him, who had reached the late stage of entering the sage realm, to dream inexplicably.
The dreams of someone entering the sage realm often had premonitions.
"That three-legged Golden Crow..."
