Rus Wang and the others had waited for this moment for more than a thousand years.
And in the God Realm, not quite three years had passed.
Uniting the world—just listen to how wonderful a wish that was. Now, in Rus Wang's eyes, it was no longer a fantasy, but a reality that could be achieved at any moment.
Twenty years, and another twenty years after that. Rus Wang had finally waited for the news Chen Xiaoyue brought: the God King of Destruction had descended upon the Ancient Plane with a host of gods.
The time was ripe!
Now, let history remember this year: for the first time since civilization had been born on Douluo Star ten thousand years ago, it would be unified!
Even in the future, even if the living beings upon it completely broke free of Douluo Star's shackles, they would still remember this year!
A new chronology would be established. There would no longer be Levant, no longer the Sun Moon Calendar, no longer the Star Luo Calendar. They would be merged into one unified name.
The Star Era Calendar.
Only when Rus Wang looked down over the army below the platform did he realize just how powerful the Kingdom of Locke under his rule truly was.
In just over a thousand years, Rus Wang, together with generations of Elf Sages, had led the Kingdom of Locke from the late Neolithic era past the humans of Douluo, setting its pioneering steps onto Saturn in the Douluo Galaxy.
And now, for the first time, Rus Wang appeared before his army, before his people, in his true form.
Each of his steps shook the earth and mountains. Each breath he took carried an invisible pressure. His sweeping gaze was like a trial, scrutinizing every elf, Dragonkin, Sub-Dragon, and