The End Emperor Beyond Reach

Their status was high enough.

So high that no one could question them.

What kind of exalted treatment would they receive?

The answer was that even if they killed someone, others would feel that it might be an exceedingly rare honor.

At this moment.

To Fayez Moro, the existence of the End Emperor could be described as truly noble.

Powerful beyond compare.

No individual could rival them.

Not even the most powerful force in the world could compare with them.

Because that so-called strongest force was, in essence, something they had established alone through their own strength.

Thus, the so-called strongest force could basically be said to be an accessory attached to them.

It relied entirely on their power.

Without them.

It would immediately fall apart on the spot.

Therefore.

Fayez Moro naturally held sincere respect for the End Emperor.

They believed that the other's existence was equivalent to one of the world's most important pillars.

Once they were lost, the entire world would immediately fall into immense turmoil, and might even face complete destruction!

The only regret was that the End Emperor's existence was simply too lofty.

Although they clearly dwelled quietly within the towering imperial palace, like something unchanged since ancient times, they always gave others a feeling of being infinitely distant—visible, yet unattainable.

Furthermore.

Just as Fayez Moro had said earlier.

The other's existence seemed as though they had never left that Imperial Throne.

Throughout the endless ages, they had remained seated upon it.

Quietly observing the countless changes in the world.

They resembled some third-party observer who did not concern themselves with worldly affairs, completely ignoring the clamor and troubles of the mortal world, like the supreme Heavenly Dao, truth, and fate...

Except in a very small number of special circumstances.

Even when something extremely bad