Rumble, rumble.
The senior ministers and veteran generals beside Chu Xianda rose to their feet first, followed by the central officials farther away.
It was like wind sweeping across rippling waves, making them rise and fall according to some law bound by an agreement formed over countless millennia.
From near to far, then spreading once more toward the foot of the mountain.
Chu Xianda greatly enjoyed the shock brought by such a grand spectacle. Only at times like this did he truly realize that an emperor should possess the majesty of towering mountains and power that surged to the heavens.
Chu Xianda swept his gaze across the masses, looking over the vast, boundless Sword God Plaza before letting his eyes travel toward the distant mountains.
"Xifeng established its nation through martial prowess. Among its countless people, those who have cultivated and broken through their realms are beyond counting. It is precisely because of this that my Xifeng Empire possesses royal armies capable of waging war across the land on my behalf, as well as powerful battle gods who can guard our territory and protect my people."
"Whenever the empire faces invasion by foreign enemies, warriors invincible beneath heaven charge forth and counterattack for me. Whenever the empire encounters calamity, powerful heroes emerge from nowhere to protect our gates."
"The countless cultivators among the people are our branches and leaves, while those who rise above the masses are our flowers and fruits. We have a saying: heroes come from the people, and heroes are also the descendants of heroes."
"Today, we have Young Hero Li Mu Yang, who rose from among the people, as well as Mu Old Immortal and the other descendants of heroes who have inherited the legacy of generations of great champions spanning a thousand years. They will