The sun hung at the zenith, overflowing with intense radiance.
Swiftly passing clouds and winds swept across the heavenly dome, contrasting with the earth and mountains, which seemed to be still. The chill at the mountain peak and the warmth of the blazing sun were stirred by the breath of two individuals and then merged together.
Their eyes met, and An Jing exhaled peacefully, like a stream of white silk.
Until today, he had never encountered the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony, nor did he understand its true schemes. Perhaps, who could truly know? Only the person themselves can fully understand their own mind, and even most people don't truly understand their own thoughts, merely deluding themselves into believing their knowledge and actions are unified.
But when the 'Mysterious Heaven Ceremony' truly appeared before him, he realized that the person in front of him was indeed the true protagonist of the heavens and earth for the past thirty thousand years.
