In the night sky, stars crowded together like countless points of rippling light, forming brilliant galaxies and radiant nebulae. Deep within them, a planet cloaked in blue and green revolved quietly around its star. It was far larger than normal, yet maintained an environment suitable for the human race.
Just then, a pale golden sword-light pierced through layer upon layer of spacetime and descended. It seemed to twist the distance between places, arriving in an instant atop the oldest and most imposing structure on the planet. A golden radiance flooded the sky, outshining the sunset, accompanied by a solemn, commanding shout:
"Where are the Human Emperor's Remnant Clan?"
Inside one hall after another, humans who had been meditating suddenly opened their eyes. Gripping their weapons in their right hands, they rose as one, like a wave surging up without warning.
Their auras were powerful, and every movement they made could affect the heavens. Together, they lit up every corner of the planet as bright as day, colorful streamers dancing across the sky!
Within the imposing ancient structure, the deep, tranquil halls shuddered violently. The doors opened on their own, though there was no wind, and an aura of age spread out as a voice echoed across the planet:
"Is the Current Human Emperor calling?"
Their clan had received guidance from the Current Human Emperor, and through sacrifice had won the chance to shed its shell like a golden cicada. At last, they had survived the Demon Buddha's Great Tribulation. Their inheritance had not been severed, their accumulated strength remained, and a Legend had always watched over them.
After the old clan leader died at the hands of the Demon Buddha, it had been their turn to take the mantle. And after them, there was still a younger generation!
This mighty