Rain fell. It was like tears or blood, except, it wasn’t red. It was the color gold. Golden tears. Golden blood. It fell from the sky onto all of the Moonrite Region. Yet it wasn’t real. The illusory rain seemed to be infected with the aura of the River of Time. Though everyone could see it falling, it was actually falling in the ancient past, or perhaps in the future....6

It was brought about by the unique characteristics of a god. Few people in the Revered Ancient mainland could explain what exactly gods were. They existed on a higher life level, and possessed indescribable features. Though the godchild failed to break through, for one brief instance, he did have some of the characteristics of a god. And thus, before hē died, it was only natural that the blood rain of a god would appear. There was also a will domain of utter sorrow that seeped into the hearts of all living things.0

It became a fully articulated sentence: “What’s more tragic, for me to be the only one sober while everyone else is drunk... or for me to be the only one drunk while everyone else is sober?”3

Xu Qing didn’t say anything. Those words echoed in his mind. But they weren’t the only ones. He was also thinking about the godchild’s last words before he died.0

“Could it be that my past is actually your future...?”13

Those words were branded into Xu Qing’s heart, and had seeped into his soul. After a long moment passed, he looked up at the distant red moon. From his vantage point, the red moon...2