In the thirty-seventh year of the Apocalypse of Dayin, a comet appeared in the Xuanshuang Plain in the north. Its red light penetrated the purple sky and dispersed for seven nights.
Qin Tianjian's envoy Zhou Yanzhi sobbed and said: "Sirius invades the palace, Yingzhuo guards the heart, and the dragon spirit in northern Xinjiang soars into the sky, fearing that an emperor star will come to the world." Emperor Xiao Yin was furious and ordered Zhenbei General Lin Qingcang to lead 300,000 Xuanjia troops out of Zhenbeiguan.
It was September, and the first snow had fallen in the north.
On top of the Zhenbeiguan city tower, Lin Qingcang pressed his sword and looked south, with the black cloak behind him making a sound. The most powerful general in Dayin, who was awarded the title of Marquis for his military exploits, now had an unbreakable frost between his brows.
"General." Deputy General Han Polu presented a secret report, "The seventeen tribes of the Icefield formed a blood-based alliance and elected the Tuoba clan as the leader of the alliance, with the title of 'Snow Wolf King'."
Lin Qingcang unfolded the secret report and glanced at the familiar and unfamiliar tribal names: Tuoba, Yuwen, Murong, Helian... These descendants of the Beidi royal family who had been dormant for hundreds of years reunited under their banner at this time.
"The frozen river will open, and the smoke will rise." He sighed and looked towards the vast snowfield outside the pass.
Thousands of miles away, deep in the Xuanshuang Plain.
Eighteen black altars surround a glacial lake, and in the center of the lake stand black icicles that have not melted for thousands of years. Yu Wenxuan, the high priest of the Tuoba tribe, danced with his hair and bare feet barefoot at night, holding a bone staff, and the ancient witchcraft echoed in the wind and snow.
"Use the blood of the North to sacrifice the eternal cold!"
The icicles cracked in response, a green dragon shadow rose into the sky, and the seven places in the north exploded at the same time.
