The most perfect stars, the world that inspired the deepest longing, lay beneath his feet.
The most invincible fated enemy stood before his eyes!
In the starry sky, borrowing the force of the Yanhuang Guardian Formation, the Yanhuang Coffin blazed with golden-red flames, like a torch of light.
The coffin bearers before and behind it had burning hair and sacred faces, like believers gathered around holy fire.
Especially the Sun Emperor—his appearance and will were wholly the incarnation of the sun itself, its spokesman and master!
He threw back his head and laughed in the starry sky.
Clearly, he was mocking Li Tianming. Though blessed with peerless talent and a boundless future, he had been nailed here by the lives of certain "inferior people" from the Myriad Sects.
"You cannot see the difference between the worth of lives, cannot distinguish high from low or noble from base. You hesitate and waver, only moving yourself!"
"Someone like you can never become an emperor. When all is said and done, you are too green, too kind-hearted. You are not made for this."
In the Sun Emperor's eyes, people were divided into ranks. His own life was more important than the lives of more than twenty billion people of the Myriad Sects.
If it had been him, he would have left without a second thought and returned years later for revenge.
Not only was Li Tianming's choice not troubling him, it delighted him. Inwardly, he rejoiced that Li Tianming was not like him.
"Otherwise, if this brat had piloted the Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb away, this sovereign would never have known peace again."
This was the Sun Emperor's chance to obtain everything.
A lifetime of effort had all been for this moment.
After laughing, however, he began breathing heavily. The Yanhuang Coffin surged