The clashing sounds of merchant armor came like a tide. I looked at the statue of King Yu on the shrine with joy, and the emeralds in the bronze eye sockets suddenly cracked into fine lines. The Kunlun snow water brought by the black bird three hundred years ago had long been pickled by King Jie's wine and turned into a poisonous swamp. Now it is spitting out sour and sweet with bubbles. When she took off the Shu brocade, the Kunlun clouds embroidered with dark threads suddenly tightened, lifting Xuan Gui like a cold moon - while the nine-petal lotus under the brocade was withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The moment the black bird battle flag smashed into the palace door, Yu Xi suddenly smiled. The blood-stained black birds on the armor of Shang Tang resemble the ghosts peeled off from the statue of King Yu. "Did the Marquis of Shang take the destiny of heaven or the debt of blood?" She asked, while stuffing Xuan Gui into the depression in the palm of the statue of King Yu. The jade pieces in the dark grid were touching the cuffs of her sleeves. They were the "Xia Xiaozheng" star chart Yi Yin mentioned, and they were burning her skin at the moment. From this, "The Migrating Xia Dynasty" begins!
