A long whistle of dragon bone flute tore the atmosphere. With the sharp, jarring sound, a dozen flagpoles—each over a thousand feet tall—was erected among the streams of people leaving Far Heaven. In addition to Meng, these flags carried either one, two, three, or four characters, which were all the titles of some dynasties or kingdoms.
A dozen middle-aged men in luxurious garbs, who exuded the air of an emperor, rode on magnificent chariots pulled by flood dragons and flew up into the sky toward the battlefield. There were at least a dozen to hundreds of seven-storied pagodas, which looked almost identical, guarding above each chariot. On the spire of each pagoda stood an old man clad in a black robe. The energy fluctuation spreading out of them was as striking and blinding as the light in the night.
