Di Wusheng

Fallen Sun Empire, Imperial Palace.

A golden ball of light pierced through the night sky, plunging into Tian Yuan's residence like a shooting star.

This is... the Emperor's decree?

Tian Yuan forced himself to sit up, reached out to grasp the golden ball of light, and the Emperor's voice immediately rang in his ear.

A moment later, the golden ball of light gradually grew transparent, its emitted light fading until it completely vanished.

The content of this decree was very simple: it instructed Tian Yuan to send some quick-witted people to the Southern Region to learn city management experience from the Chosen Ones.

Tian Yuan pondered slightly and settled on quite a few candidates in his heart.

He got out of bed with some difficulty, stepped out with somewhat trembling legs, and left his residence.

His condition was already very poor, and it looked as though he could collapse face-down onto the ground at any moment and never get back up.

Yet he still persisted in completing the task assigned by the Emperor.

When Tian Yuan tremblingly passed by the towering main gates of the Imperial Hall, his brow suddenly furrowed and he turned his gaze into the hall.

He sensed that upon the throne inside the Imperial Hall—a seat that belonged exclusively to the Emperor—someone was currently sitting.

"Audacious!"

Tian Yuan let out a fierce shout. His aura seemed quite strong, but one could still hear that his voice was somewhat weak.

He channeled his magic power, walked into the Imperial Hall in two or three steps, and roared angrily, "Who are you, daring to sit upon the throne? Guards! Guards!"

Knowing his condition made him unable to fight, Tian Yuan immediately shouted for the guards within the Imperial Palace.

"Stop shouting. The guards nearby have already been dismissed