There were many records that contained historical accounts. Due to individual objectives and personal karma, it was common for people to try to cover over things that they didn’t like, to adjust the story to make it more palatable before spreading it further. After enough time passed, it would become impossible for people to know what really happened.2

The image that Xu Qing was seeing was something no other living being could see. It had been hidden in time and ravaged by the wind, but now the memories were being sent into Xu Qing’s sea of consciousness, and revealed through the ink there. Normally speaking, the images wouldn’t have been easy to reveal. Whether it was the influence of the killing will, or the fact that the memories had degraded thanks to the passage of time, it was no easy task to pull them all together.1

The daybreak light added color to the image, filling in the missing spots, until gradually an outline formed, revealing to Xu Qing’s senses that which had been buried in history.6

He saw the Imperial Sovereign. He saw Crimson Mother. He heard the words spoken by the former. He heard the song sung by the latter.0

The lyrics soared. They...1