With the crisis resolved, the spirits of Great Xia felt a weight lift from their shoulders. Amid their delighted surprise, some sighed repeatedly, deeply regretting that Xiao Chen had missed his heavenly destiny and failed to ascend to the Spirit Realm.
The Spirit Realm.
A lofty, unfathomable place.
Everyone yearned for it.
Everyone dreamed of it.
To miss such a chance to become a dragon and soar into the heavens.
For someone as dazzlingly gifted as Xiao Chen.
Was no different from a brilliant pearl buried in dust.
A tiger fallen into a shadowy abyss.
After all.
Whether in talent, fortune, temperament, or backing, Xiao Chen was unrivaled beneath heaven and earth throughout Xuanhuang.
Take the terrifying catastrophe that had vanished into smoke not long ago. Had its instigator not been Sword Demon Xiao Chen, renowned as the Backer King, any other True Dragon of Heavenly Prodigy Rank in the Xuanhuang Land might not have escaped the calamity so easily and emerged unscathed.
Though Third-Realm Great Emperors were exceedingly rare, some lay dormant within ancient dynasties and divine sects.
Yet.
Someone willing to risk his life for a junior.
To enter Qian Kun alone.
And lift a hand to take the head of a supreme Second-Realm War Emperor.
Was utterly without equal.
For one thing, an ordinary Third-Realm Great Emperor could not casually pluck off a Second-Realm Great Emperor's head before a group of Second-Realm Great Emperors and a Third-Realm Great Emperor.
For another, Great Emperors were like dragons, their hearts cold as frost. Across the ages of primordial antiquity, they had countless descendants. Making an enemy of the entire world for one blood relative was hardly worthwhile.
Ke Qilong doted on Ke Hei so dearly.
Yet merely because the emperors of Qian Kun pressured him together.
Without another word.