Zhao Xing jumped into the well but didn’t feel the sensation of falling into water.
It was more like sinking into a marsh, and when the seven-colored well water rose above his head, he no longer descended.
From Patriarch Tu Ning’s perspective, the well water rapidly receded like an outgoing tide and finally vanished.
He controlled the tombstone again, pressing it back over the well, and then disappeared into the graveyard.
For Zhao Xing, this time-travel experience was completely different.
Around him was thick mist, within which occasionally abstract golden light flickered, and some dark, fragmented depressions were forming.
His body was immobile at this moment; everything seemed to slow down, and only his true spirit was still capable of thought.
He didn’t know how long this state would last.
Fortunately, Bowei inside his inner world could still communicate, so Zhao Xing listened as Bowei shared some knowledge of the Luo Emperor era.
“The Divine Court is a god-level political structure ruled by the Five Emperors over the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. It is fundamentally different from the mortal dynasty systems in reality. It has no national name; it’s just a divine governance system centered around the Five Emperors.”