Above the nine heavens, the sea of clouds surged.
The Qintian Prison of the Dayan Immortal Dynasty is brightly lit tonight, and on the seventh-floor observatory, the white beard of Yu Wenyan, the prison guard, is trembling in the night wind. He looked up at Zi Weiyuan. The emperor star that should have been as bright as day was now surrounded by a strange dark red nebula.
"Ziwei Anyao, Yinghuo Shouxin..." Old Jianzheng's face was paler than the star official robe he was wearing, "This is... A sign that the emperor's star will fall and the country will be in turmoil!"
Before he finished speaking, the thirty-six celestial instruments surrounding the observatory trembled simultaneously, and fine cracks appeared on the jade dials. Yu Wenyan kneaded the secrets fiercely, and the starlight condensed on his fingertips outlined a complex trajectory in the sky - he was deducing the person who should be catastrophic according to the astrology.
At the intersection of star tracks, a name emerges: Huangfu Yan
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