Chen Yi opened his eyes at four in the morning. It was time to meet the emperor of the Star Court Dynasty.
To Chen Yi, the Star Court Dynasty was filled with strangeness everywhere.
The ruler of the Magic Power World had to be the strongest among the royal descendants.
Anyone below Rank 7 was not even qualified to sit at the table.
Yet Yu Benqing, a member of the imperial family, was only Rank 6.
Even if he truly became emperor and received the blessing of a nation's fortune—
Could he really command Rank 7s?
And...
Chen Yi looked toward the sky. Through God's Cry's perspective, a massive creature circled in the otherwise empty Aether.
A golden lion with nine heads.
The fortune of the Star Court Dynasty.
It was Chen Yi's first time seeing fortune so condensed.
Just how terrifying a boost could such fortune grant a Rank 7?
Sure enough, no Eternal World could be underestimated.
Trying to bulldoze his way through would likely only leave him without even a place to be buried.
"Fire Dragon, let's go."
"Ao."
In this world, Fire Dragons belonged to the Yokai race.
But there were quite a few Rank 7s who possessed war beasts.
With his identity replacement in place, he did not stand out.
As for Chen Yi's identity as a mage, there was a corresponding system here—the Wen Family.
This system's combat methods were somewhat similar to those of the Dragon Race.
The Dragon Race used bloodlines as both its threshold and source of power.
The Wen Family cultivated the literary path, but it was even more extreme because it had two thresholds.
First, one had to make contributions to the literary path.
Second, one had to cultivate literary Qi from written words.
With his experience simulating magic