The Human Emperor had returned to life and appeared in the world once more!
His figure was towering, his voice majestic. He shook the world, set the heavens trembling, and made the souls of all living beings resonate. The stars filling the sky seemed about to tumble down.
His might shook antiquity and dazzled the present. The Human Emperor stood naturally, imposing and heroic, his black hair falling over his shoulders, the loneliness of countless ages within his eyes.
All the Saints prostrated themselves. His majestic aura was irresistible. Like ants facing the radiant moon, they felt an instinctive reverence.
As everyone kowtowed, their hearts surged with emotions like towering waves, impossible to calm. They could scarcely believe any of this—that they were truly standing before the Human Emperor.
He was a figure from ages past whose legends filled the entire universe. Loftier than the ancients and peerless in the present, he had ushered in the Human Race's glorious age.
His scriptures expounded the deepest mysteries at the origin of heaven and earth. Even now, they remained the Human Race's most renowned foundational scripture, studied and consulted by later Great Emperors.
His combat prowess, above all, had truly startled gods and made immortals weep. Invincible through the ages, he had fought throughout the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths without finding a rival, walking the Immortal Ascension Road in solitude.
"Greetings, Human Emperor!" No one knew who spoke first. Everyone throughout that expanse of stars cried out together, their voices rising in waves, holy cries echoing through the universe without end.
"How many emperors and sovereigns, ancient and modern, have vanished into dust..." The Human Emperor gazed toward the far shore of the starry sky, a trace of solitude within his supreme majesty.
Everyone was moved. His emotion swept over them,