Tan Ping pushed open the window and saw that the sky was clear and blue, dotted with white clouds that stretched as far as the eye could see. There was a clear difference from the darkness brought about by the erosion of the Netherworld at the end of the new age. It felt refreshing.
Could it really be the early Middle Ages, during the reign of the sacred emperor? Could it be that he had really returned to the past?
Yellow millet pillow, yellow millet pillow... could it be that it was just a dream that was close to reality?
Surprise, doubt, confusion, and other emotions surged in Tan Ping’s mind. He saw specks of white light descending from the sky, and only when they got close did he realize that it was a scene of heavenly flowers falling from the sky.
“Sacred Emperor is offering sacrifices to the heavens, and all the evil spirits are retreating!”
