Thunder Last Night, Rain Last Night

"Tianzun?" "Well, what's the matter?" "My ministers have been waiting outside for a long time." "I know. By the way, what year and month is it now?" "Tianzun, aren't we going to the empress of Kunlun Mountain now? This year is the seventh year of Zhou Xiande in the human world, the fourth year of Tianhui in the Northern Han Dynasty, and the third year of Dabao in the Southern Han Dynasty." "That's the first year of Jianlong of the Song Dynasty, right? Got it, let's go." Deng Zhong didn't know what Wen Zhong was talking about. He had been in a daze in the past few days since he came down from the "49 Amaterasu Conference". "Huh? Does Zhongtian have any will?" "Nothing, let's go." "But Tianzun seems to have been meditating for a long time." "It's just that there are a lot of vague past events in my mind." "Then can you tell me about it?" "Let's talk as we walk."