That was Emperor Ilesar! He had ruled the Galactic Empire for two centuries, dominated half the world, and was the most powerful psionic in the known universe. Naturally, he was also the most powerful person in the known world.
Whether they were his loyal subjects or rebels who wished they could devour him alive, everyone regarded him as the one and only living god.
The great sovereign looked so vigorous and full of life, his imposing presence plain for all to see. Who would ever have thought he could actually fall?
But after a certain someone's conversation with His Majesty the Emperor, things might have changed just a little.
The emperor, crowned with the Void Crown, still sat peacefully upon his throne. His rule remained as secure as the star Rui hanging in the heavens: lofty, blazing, and eternal.
But some seeds had been planted all the same.
Besides, even a middle schooler with a little basic astronomy knew that nothing in the universe was eternal. Not stars, not galaxies, and not even the universe itself.
How much less so a person?
But who, exactly, had started all this?
At the thought, Yu Lian immediately felt proud. He even straightened his back.
No doubt about it. Wasn't it all because of my prophecy? Wasn't this the true weight of my "bloody disaster" prediction? Without my declaration, even those rebels and other enemies would have had to keep their resentment buried deep inside. They wouldn't even have dared curse him aloud, would they?
I was the one who started it all.
"Yes, of course this is thanks to your prediction of a bloody disaster." Yani glanced at Yu Lian, who held his head high, and smiled. "All you did was make a crude remark that lacked diplomatic etiquette."
How was I