Our Era Might Be Slowly Passing

After Ye Wan'er left, Lin Tianxiao slowly swept his gaze over his father and the three God of Wars. He took a deep breath and spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet every word landed with the weight of a thousand catties:

"Hao'er's identity on the Sacred Martial Continent now... is more than that of a hero and a genius."

He paused, as if letting the full weight of his words settle.

"He has been personally invested as the Human Race Sword Emperor by the lingering will of the ancient Human Emperor Xuanyuan of the Sacred Martial Continent."

"The Human Race Sword Emperor?!"

Aside from Han Feng, whose eyes flashed with understanding—he had guessed as much, after all—Lin Zhengguo, Fang Wei, and Jiang Tianhai all cried out in shock at almost the same time! Even with their status and experience, they were utterly shaken by the significance of this title!

An emperor! The sovereign of the Human Race! The one who commanded its wars! In any civilization, in any era, such a figure stood at the very pinnacle! Lin Hao—their grandson, nephew, and future son-in-law—had become the emperor of the entire Human Race in another world?! This could no longer be described as merely "exceptional" or "a genius"! It was destiny's favor, the will of Heaven made manifest!

"Human Emperor Xuanyuan... invested him... as Sword Emperor..." Lin Zhengguo murmured, his face filled with utter shock, bewilderment, and a dreamlike sense of pride. His grandson had become an emperor? It was like something out of a myth!

Fang Wei and Jiang Tianhai were also speechless for a long time. They could only stare at Lin Tianxiao in utter astonishment, waiting for him to explain further.

Lin Tianxiao said gravely, "The Human Emperor Xuanyuan was the sovereign and strongest expert of the