The wheelchair finally came to a stop at the center of the purple platform atop the altar, the symbol of supreme authority.
The entire venue fell silent. Every gaze focused on the somewhat slender yet straight-backed figure in the wheelchair.
The next moment, amid countless incredulous stares, Xu Tiandi pressed both hands against the wheelchair's armrests. His legs, which appeared no different from those of an ordinary person but were actually constructed with incomparably precise pseudo-Bio-Soul Tool Technology, exerted a slight force. Miraculously, he rose steadily to his feet.
Supported by a pair of Soul Guidance Prosthetic Limbs, he stood proudly atop the hundred-zhang altar, looking down upon the tidal mass of people below, the ranks of military legions, and the cold Mechas and fighter craft.
His eyes gleamed with the majesty of one long seated in power, one who held the world in his grasp.
Yet upon closer inspection, beneath that majesty surged an indescribable sense of emotion, along with a swelling pride at having destiny completely in his hands!
Once, when he had lost his legs and fallen to the lowest point of his life, it had seemed as though the entire world had been swallowed by endless darkness.
But now, times had changed. Not only had he stood again, he stood at the very pinnacle of power on this continent.
Even... his gaze seemed to pierce through the clouds and fall upon the boundless starry sky.
He yearned to become the ruler of this planet, and of an even vaster universe in the future!
Why was he so confident?
Because the grand creation that symbolized civilization's advance into the stars and bore his ambitions—the Cosmic Warship—was nearly complete!
All he needed now was to utterly eradicate the Green Skull Organization, those maggots clinging to the bone, and