An old man clad in coarse linen, his beard and hair both white, slowly approached from the bluestone path connecting to a deep, secluded chamber not far away.
Every step he took contained a peculiar rhythm, secretly corresponding to the Heavenly Dao, leaving people feeling it was unfathomably profound.
He was of average height and plain appearance, yet terrifying blue radiance glimmered within his aged eyes, carrying an overwhelming pressure. It was as though a god were looking down upon all living beings, radiating majestic Heavenly Might.
The old man floated three inches above the ground, treading upon waves as he moved slowly forward. Water surged around him, and the roar of churning billows rang endlessly in their ears, as if he stood within a great river.
"Mountain Lord, you have broken through to the Emperor Realm!"
Everyone present revealed astonishment, their eyes brimming with excitement.
Several thousand years had passed!
Suppressed by the incomplete Heavenly Dao, Dao Peak Mountain's prodigies had been astonishingly gifted, yet they had never been able to become emperors and restore the glory of old.
Today.
Spiritual energy had only just revived.
This was merely the prelude to an age of great transformation.
Xuan Yuan Haoran had broken through his shackles and ascended the Emperor Throne.
From this day onward, Dao Peak Mountain, too, would be an imperial clan guarded by an Emperor Realm expert!
"Yes, I was fortunate enough to succeed in breaking through!" Xuan Yuan Haoran was surrounded by divine light, though his imperial might was restrained. He looked like an utterly ordinary old man. He walked to the gilded golden chair at the highest point of the hall and sat down, gazing peacefully at the crowd like a benevolent elder.
"Congratulations to the Mountain Lord on ascending the Emperor Throne! Dao Peak