Zhenyuan Immortal Seeks Great Prosperity

On the top of Mount Tai, the Fengchan Tower stands silently in the rain. Yunjing stood on the bluestone platform, rainwater sliding down his gray temples. On his sixtieth birthday, he chose to come here alone - this place where countless emperors had witnessed sacrifices to heaven and earth. As a professor of history, he studied the origins of mankind all his life, but fell into deeper confusion in his later years. "The fault line of civilization before the oracle bone inscriptions... The incredible records in the Classic of Mountains and Seas..." He murmured to himself, stroking the cold inscriptions with his fingers. A bolt of lightning tore through the night sky. Yun Jing's last consciousness was in the dazzling white light, with deafening thunder in his ears. Then came the long, chaotic darkness. "Zhen Yuanzi, how long will you stay asleep?" The voice was cold, as if coming from nine days away.