The sky above the inner peaks stretched in muted shades of indigo and ash, vast and still. Beneath that quiet expanse, a streak of blazing light tore through the heavens with the speed and force of a shooting star.
A chariot of flame moved across the clouds. It was formed from the gathered force of surging solar fire, its shape held together by firm control of blazing qi. The roaring flames around its frame danced wildly, giving off a fierce, oppressive heat. Its wheels turned without touching anything, leaving ripples in the air as though space itself had softened under its passage.
Curtains of golden flame swayed at its sides, revealing the interior where Sun Jian sat upon vermilion cushions, maintaining a posture of regal indifference, his golden eyes fixed on the horizon.
