Time illuminates the years, and suddenly one's visage is touched by the deep chill of late autumn, as the cool breeze from the riverbanks sweeps over.
A profound, vast, and boundless true meaning circulates.
The river of time flows swiftly, wave after wave, glittering with a sparkling splendor, until finally it fixes upon a certain node.
The next moment,
Before Jiang Hui's eyes appears the past of Emperor, his present, and his unreached future deeds.
"Is Emperor still the disciple of Heavenly Venerable of the Tribulation?"
"Eh, if I'm not mistaken, wasn't Heavenly Venerable of the Tribulation the first incarnation of Cao Yu Sheng?"
"No wonder the Heavenly Court of the mythic era was founded; it turns out to be the work of a disciple of Cao Yu Sheng, who established the Heavenly Venerate System and also set up The Underworld, which perfectly corresponds to the Heavenly Court."
