It was the eunuch outside the Taihe Palace who noticed something unusual.
As the stars rose in Central Heaven, he was dozing against a red pillar outside the Taihe Palace door when a surprising chill awoke him, bristling his hair; then he heard the high-pitched sword sound, and frosty Sword Qi filled the entire palace.
The Emperor, now thirty years old, hurried here in panic, his heart lifted by the sound of his ancestors' swords.
Three hundred years ago, on the eve of great chaos, the Emperor of that generation could still wield his sword, command the war chariot and the army, and fight against the heroes of the world. He was a tyrant, yet not a foolish one, still courageous enough to lift his sword. However, he died in chaotic battle, and the realm fragmented.
