In the boundless chaos, currents of void energy surged back and forth.
Suddenly, a figure squeezed out of the chaotic nothingness. He calmly straightened the bone crown on his head and the dark robe on his body, then looked ahead.
At that sight, the Daoist's heart jolted. Why was he here?!
Instinctively, the Daoist tried to retreat into nothingness. But as he moved to leave, he discovered that the Chaos Void for hundreds of millions of miles around had been sealed. Time and space had been stilled, and he could not escape an inch.
The Daoist glanced left and right, resigned himself to his fate, and bowed slightly. "True Yang nature of the Chaos Void, sovereign supreme over the myriad realms."
"This is neither the Three Realms Great Thousand World nor a place illuminated by the Heavenly Court. May I ask why Your Majesty has come here?"
Before the Daoist, amid a region where colliding torrents of chaos gave birth to blazing thunderfire, stood a figure who had stilled the Chaos Thunderfire and frozen time within the void.
He stood no more than twelve feet tall, yet his figure seemed vast and towering.
He wore an imperial crown, a dark robe embroidered with gold, a sash adorned with bright dragons, and nine gold-and-jade emblems. Behind his head, three Dao wheels of blue, gold, and purple turned slowly, nurturing a golden-purple fruit of destiny, supreme and exalted.
And from any angle, one could see behind him an immense phantom that joined heaven and earth, almost gathering the entire Chaos Void into its embrace.
His station was supreme ruler of the Three Realms Great Thousand World: the Golden Palace Heavenly Emperor.
What baffled the Daoist was this: why had His Majesty, who had attained the realm of Dao-Ruling, left the Three Realms