Qian Chaoguang pondered for a moment, then plopped down and quietly waited for the figure before him to finish forming.
Before long, the person before him had become completely indistinguishable from a real human.
Aside from his flawless physique and bearing, once Qian Chaoguang saw that face, he could only think of two words—utterly handsome.
The man perfectly embodied every notion Qian Chaoguang had of what it meant to be handsome.
Even if every artistic master from the dawn of civilization on Blue Star until before his transmigration were gathered together, they likely would not be able to find a single flaw in that face.
That included the kindly smile on his face.
Yes, kindly.
Qian Chaoguang would have bet that he had seen precisely the same expression on his Grandpa, his ancestor, and Bibi Dong before.
If nothing unexpected had happened, this was either a fragment of Great Emperor Guangming's thoughts, a strand of consciousness, or something like a split soul or soul projection.
In any case, it was not a recording or some rigid program.
"You little fellow, you really don't stand on ceremony." The handsome man smiled. "After more than forty million years, someone has finally come."
"You deliberately left behind a space like this. I assume it was not to drag later generations in here and give them a beating." Qian Chaoguang smiled as he rose and bowed. "This junior greets Great Emperor Guangming."
"No need for formalities. Let me see... you've already met Douluo. Very good." Great Emperor Guangming waved a hand. "I never expected that a program I wrote on a whim would actually take effect."
"Tsk, though I really should not have gone softhearted back then. That little dragon must have caused you quite a bit of trouble. Still, it's fine. Since you