Shi Feiyang silently waited at Qiao Mountain as time slowly trickled by, feeling the interior of the mountain, within the Holy Mausoleum, where the ministers of Emperor Xuanyuan had joined forces thousands of years ago to set up prohibitions that were gradually losing their power.
Finally, the appointed day and hour arrived, after nightfall, and it entered the hour of the pig.
Having bathed and changed clothes early, Shi Feiyang burned incense and prayed in the Xuanyuan Hall.
Another quarter of an hour passed, and thunder boomed in the sky incessantly. The whole dome of the sky vibrated as if countless gods of thunder were splitting the heavens and simultaneously striking, causing all the billions of living beings on earth to be chilled to the marrow and lie hidden.
