Fog!
Dense, heavy fog.
Vapor completely filled the entire space.
At the very center of the space.
There stood a single figure.
He was mentally exhausted, drenched in sweat, and used a black halberd as a prop to keep himself from collapsing.
A single glance was enough to tell that he had almost reached his absolute limit.
He was the Human Sovereign Emperor of this world, the Son of Heaven for all the myriad peoples, and at the same time, the inheritor of the Human Sovereign Qi Luck.
Later generations addressed him as Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin.
Li Shimin's body carried the Human Sovereign Qi Luck, making him extraordinary.
Outside his physical body, nine formless dragons of qi luck hovered in protection, keeping him safe from the harms of immortals, Buddhas, deities, and ghosts.
The most exaggerated part of all, however, was his sea of consciousness.
Within his sea of consciousness, it was not only completely flooded with Human Sovereign Qi Luck, but it also held a vast amount of dynastic qi luck.
Immortals, Buddhas, deities, and ghosts!
No matter who saw an existence with such formidable qi luck, their head would instantly swell to the size of a bucket, and they would be entirely unwilling to make an enemy of him.
Nor would anyone doubt that there was a massive problem deep within his sea of consciousness.
Right at the exact center of the qi luck-filled sea of consciousness, there hovered a transparent point of light.
Inside the point of light, a figure sat cross-legged.
An inexplicable power coiled around his entire body, rendering his state extremely bizarre.
He possessed neither cause nor effect upon his body.
At the same time, he lacked a past, a future, and a present.
It was as though he did not