The solemn and majestic Divine Hall.
On both sides are stone elephants carved from giant stones.
An elderly emperor stands quietly before the hall, endless Xiaqi emanating with an indescribable loneliness.
Shiguang, Emperor Zheng, Chong Dao.
Even on the brink of death, this old man carries the slaughter, brutality, bloodlust, and defiance from a life of battles, exerting a tremendous pressure on others.
His mere presence causes the many Immortal Herbs by the pond to feel a shiver down their spines. Since this emperor arrived here, they suddenly awoke within this dreamlike game, devoid of sleepiness.
An Immortal Herb sways, twisting its body,
"Wow! Such a gaze filled with reminiscence is so flavorful. Where the eyes go, there are memories. What the heart thinks, are the past. What the eyes see, are regrets... Just one gaze vividly portrays an epic emperor facing the end of his life, reflecting on a lifetime."
An Immortal Herb flaunts its bloom, resembling a young woman,
