Kong Jinghong's whole body trembled as he looked up.
That throne, that spatial dagger, that cold and indifferent expression, and those gestures and mannerisms as he waved his sleeve—
Everything radiated an inexplicable sense of bloodline affinity.
That vast Spatial Great Dao seemed to send the heavens trembling behind him with a wave of his sleeve, while countless worlds, like grains of sand and stars in a basin, slowly churned.
Every descendant who had listened to the legends of this figure while growing up could feel that this blood relationship was impossible to sever.
An urge to prostrate himself in worship surged within him in an instant!
"Greetings, my ancestor!"
Kong Jinghong bent at the waist and knelt, utterly convinced.
Earlier, he had felt surrounded by an indescribable suffocation, able only to keep running and running.
He did not know what era it was.
He did not know which civilizations had risen or fallen.
He did not know whether his parents and relatives were dead or alive.
But now, he had seen the figure of the Sea-Calming Divine Needle sitting upon the throne.
His heart instantly calmed, soothed, leaving behind only boundless peace, along with reverence and admiration.
He firmly believed that no matter what era they were in, as long as this person still existed, their nation would still exist!
"I know the doubts in your heart."
Ning Zheng sat upon the throne, stroking the spatial dagger in his hand.
"I only awoke recently as well."
"Before my death, I sensed that heaven and earth were about to undergo a great change, and feared a fatal calamity. Thus, I researched an Ember Immortal Pill and entered a slumber in an ancient tomb for endless years, seeking to live a second life."
"Now that I have opened my eyes again,