In an instant, the consciousness snapped back, and the Princess awoke from a deep dream, suddenly realizing what had happened, but felt that everything was as unbelievable as a tale from Arabian Nights.
She quickly threw on an outer garment, pushed the door open, and saw Yun Rong standing guard outside the door, staring dumbfounded into the sky in shock and bewilderment.
The Snow Sword at her waist, petrified, had unsheathed and vanished without a trace.
The heavy night sky, with the bright moon hanging high on the eastern horizon, its light like gauze brushing across half the sky, gradually cast its glow over the mountain landscape which slowly darkened to a muted gray.
The grand Heavenly Mountain, collapsed like a blue dragon lying in the mountains, rose again, ancient and worn yet retaining its sacredness, as it emerged rootless from the towering mountain ranges.
