Co-lord of the Nine Provinces, Martial Emperor!

Co-lord of the Nine Provinces, Martial Emperor!

The changing of eras was like a cycle. Tides rose and fell, fortunes waxed and waned, and similar scenes always played out again and again.

It was also like a calamity. Every living being within an era was one who faced the tribulation—either becoming part of the era's backdrop or becoming its ruler.

Fifty years passed in the blink of an eye, and the Nine Provinces welcomed a new era and a new atmosphere.

In Yunzhou, on Cuibai Way, within the main city, a magnificent golden hall had been completed, and its plaque was unveiled.

At the same time, a dignified voice, resonant as a great bell, spread throughout the city and beyond. Every person heard it with perfect clarity.

"Now that the Nine Provinces are united and the human race is flourishing, an Imperial Temple has been established to enshrine the Martial Emperor for ten thousand years!"

Within the city, commoners throughout every district stopped whatever they were doing and looked toward the source of the voice.

They naturally recognized that dignified voice as their king's. Only King Cui was qualified to make such a proclamation throughout the main city.

The people were no strangers to his voice.

Outside a bun shop, a youth dressed in plain, worn clothing, with several stalks of dry grass tucked into his hair, accepted a steaming bun and stuffed it into his mouth in one bite.

"Hey, boy, careful, it's hot," the bun shop owner kindly reminded him.

"It's fine, it's fine. Delicious! Better than the sweet potatoes in the mountains." The youth's eyes shone as steam puffed from his mouth. He smiled and waved dismissively.

The bun shop owner shook his head and said nothing more.

The youth wolfed down several meat buns in a