It was late spring in Linkang. Houses were surrounded by the new green. A sedan came in from outside the city and was moving slowly on the street. Liu Yiqing was sitting inside the sedan with his eyes closed and looked calm.
The Spring Offering was being held today. Countless lanterns were floating in the night sky. Countless Taoism followers prostrated piously to the lanterns and prayed to Haotian. It seemed solemn and divine.
Liu Yiqing was blind. He could not see the charms of spring or the tens of thousands of lanterns. Yet he could hear their prayers and feel their enthusiasm.
It reminded him of the spring breeze and rain from a few days ago: the spring rain that sprinkled throughout the human world, the magical moments it brought and the giant Ark that floated to the Divine Kingdom.
Haotian had left the human world. But her blessing stayed. The changes it brought would reform the world and the era profoundly.