[VOLUME 12: THE ORIGIN][ERA: THE PRIMEVAL AGE (PRE-SEPARATION)][LOCATION: THE CLOUD SECT, PEAK OF ETERNAL MIST]
The silence was the first thing Li Wusheng noticed.
There were no car horns. No humming refrigerators. No distant wail of sirens from Nebula City. There was only the sound of wind whispering through ancient pines and the distant cry of a crane.
Li opened his eyes.
He was not lying on a stone bed in his antique shop. He was lying on a dais carved from a single piece of white jade. The air smelled of ozone, spirit herbs, and extreme altitude.
He sat up. Silk robes—azure and white, embroidered with clouds that seemed to move—flowed over his shoulders like water. His hair, black as ink and longer than he remembered, fell down his back in a heavy curtain.
He looked at his hands. They were pale, flawless, and hummed with power. Not the faint, suppressed Qi of the modern era, but a roaring river of Golden Immortal Energy.
