His white hair and beard were swept by the wind.
The howling of the trees took him back three hundred years, to the day the seal was cast. The flags of the Thirty-six Tribes fluttered, the fierce wind roared, and blood entered the furnace, transforming into flames of blood.
Siming, amidst the ominous and royal auras, caught a glimpse of the past Kings of Tu Yu Hun.
He saw the figure in the forefront and said, "Tu Yu Hun!"
The old man uttered his old friend's true name, gazing at the figure and whispered softly:
"Your dream... has ended."
Within the Monarch's seal, the ancient Overlord turned sideways, and his residual power seemed to recognize his old friend. That was no longer the frail Achai; clad in black armor, with a beard, he looked robust, his gaze bright and wild.
Three hundred years ago.