The sun rose in the east, its path blazing with light. Boundless golden radiance poured down, dispersing the endless gloom.
Gu Shaoshang strolled out of the secluded chamber. Black Dog had already vanished, and he had no idea where he had gone.
"Your Highness, you have emerged from seclusion?"
With a flash of light, Duan Yu, clad in a Martial Robe, arrived in the courtyard and bowed deeply.
Six hundred years ago, Gu Shaoshang had been granted the title of king after a single battle. On his journey, he had sent an incarnation of divine will to Perfect World, while his true body had returned to Xiaoyao City to stand guard.
This seclusion had lasted only a few hundred years, and even he found it somewhat strange.
He had originally thought Gu Shaoshang would awaken before the Marquis Conference.
"The Human Emperor has yet to be invested. There is no need to change how you address me."
Gu Shaoshang waved a hand slightly and spoke.
Six hundred years ago, his battle with the Holy Dragon King had shaken the Vast Continent. His status had risen by far more than merely a little. Not only Duan Yu, but everyone else had begun addressing him as king.
In their eyes, someone capable of battling an Innate Divine Saint—and even gaining the upper hand—was already an uncrowned king.
"Your Highness is now as radiant as the sun at its zenith throughout the Divine Desolate Dynasty. Your prestige even surpasses that of Great Sage Xuanlong in his day. Being named king is only a matter of time."
Duan Yu's expression remained unchanged, still utterly respectful.
He was a descendant of the Holy Martial King from countless generations later. Naturally, he understood what an Innate Divine Saint represented, and understood even more clearly what sort