Though he understood the meaning behind the Human Emperor's words, Jiang Ping'an still asked in a deep voice, "This junior has never met Your Majesty, and I have only just ascended from the lower realm. Why does Your Majesty say this?"
His gaze met that of the imposing yet gentle middle-aged man on the high platform directly, neither servile nor overbearing.
The Human Emperor smiled faintly, his expression magnanimous and composed, as though he had long expected Jiang Ping'an to ask this. He slowly rose to his feet, clasped his hands behind his back, and stood at the edge of the high platform. His gaze passed over Jiang Ping'an, seeming to look toward the distant void.
"About four hundred years ago," the Human Emperor's voice echoed through the great hall, every word crystal clear, "I suddenly had a premonition. It seemed that some unseen force was calling to me, so I ascended the Innate Eight Trigrams Heaven-Peeking Array Platform. For a full forty-nine days, I used my natal essence blood as the catalyst to deduce the heavenly secrets."
He withdrew his gaze and looked once more at Jiang Ping'an. His eyes were complex and profound. "The result of that divination was this—the Future Human Emperor would be born in the lower realm, and the Human Race would flourish."
Along both sides of the hall, dozens of Human Race experts were visibly moved. Some whispered among themselves, some studied Jiang Ping'an with blazing eyes, some wore excited expressions, while others stroked their beards and pondered deeply.
"Now," the Human Emperor said, gently raising a hand to point at Jiang Ping'an, "you have finally come."
Jiang Ping'an's heart jolted.
Four hundred years ago—wasn't that when he had been born? The Human Emperor had calculated his existence back then? Just what kind of