In the deep palace of Zhao Country, King Zhao was sitting in the study, with the light above his head only illuminating a circle around the desk, leaving the rest hidden in shadows.
King Zhao most enjoyed reviewing memorials in such an environment. Occasionally, when tired, he would look around, and the environment hidden in darkness would give him a feeling of being in the void, an unreal sensation. When he was very small, the Immortal Ancestor had taken him on a journey through the void, allowing him to witness the splendor of all realms, thus planting the seed of cultivation in his young heart.
