(TN: A reference to the poem '旅夜书怀' by the poet Du Fu. The full line is 'Stars hang over the vast open plains, the moon surges with the flow of the great river'.)
When the entire world believed Chen Changsheng's life to be very good, only he knew that there was not much left of his life.
When the entire world, including himself, believed that he would die without a doubt, he lived.
He had not died.
He was lying in the rainwater at the summit of the Mausoleum of Books, his face pale and his body extremely weak, but he did not die.
The entire world was quiet and still.
As the torrential rains had wreaked havoc in the darkness, as flashes of lightning cast their terrifying light over the Mausoleum of Books, the Tianhai Divine Empress had brought her palm down upon Chen Changsheng's head, not to kill him, but save him.
Now, the rain had grown extremely light, silently moistening all things.
The people of the capital were still asleep and unwaking.
