Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
The heavens could not hold two suns, and a country could not have two masters. When there was a changing of sovereigns, the heavenly omens would become vague, and the stars would dim and make it impossible to read them. Only when the true sovereign appeared would their brightness be restored.
"No, a simple changing of sovereigns wouldn't cause such a major omen! This is an ill omen! An extremely ill omen!"
Master Yinshan muttered to himself, his face ghastly white.
……
Clap!
At almost the same time, countless fortune-tellers who specialized in divination using the Book of Changes, who had just settled down to perform some divinations, suddenly snapped the bamboo tallies in their hands.
(TN: The Book of Changes is associated with a divination method involving yarrow stalks, though the author uses bamboo stalks here for some reason.)
An old man with extremely turbid eyes bolted to his feet and hollered, "Not good! Not good! Cui'er, pack the luggage! We're leaving tomorrow as soon as the gates open!"
This night was bound to be a restless one!
……
In the southwestern part of the city, the King of Foreign Lands Residence was brightly lit. Wang Chong was standing in front of a sandalwood table and examining a map of the Great Tang. His brow was tightly creased and his expression extremely solemn.
Zhao Fengchen had been defeated, and the one hundred thousand soldiers of the Imperial Army had come under the First Prince's control. The situation was extremely grim, and Wang Chong was well aware that the First Prince was merely waiting for the right time. The Rebellion of the Three Princes could begin at any moment.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a fierce gale ripped overhead, causing countless roof tiles to clatter.
"This is…"
Wang Chong put down the small red flag in his hand and looked up. He seemed to sense something, turned around, and slowly walked out of the hall.
The winds were howling outside. It was already very late, and everyone should have been asleep, but Wang Chong could hear numerous dogs barking.
Homes were lighting up as
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