To conform to ancestral custom, proceed step by step, and heed the rules and discipline—that was the "King of Dai Mountain."
To defy ancestral custom, successfully complete military reforms, and train a formidable force of martial pawns—that was the "King of Dai."
This mountain stood in place of all mountains under heaven; this king stood in place of all kings under heaven.
Which path to take, and what outcome it would bring, was plain at a glance.
The current Jing Emperor was truly mild and gentle; even when he painted castles in the air, he did so without stirring a ripple.
But this castle in the air...
It was truly enormous and perfectly round.
From "King of Dai Mountain" to "King of Dai," the difference was naturally more than just a title.
In other countries, the distinction might not have meant much. Once one's cultivation reached the absolute pinnacle, there was almost no external support left for them to receive.
But a country like Jing was different.
Even at the absolute pinnacle, Jing's national fortune could still lend support. It possessed the Human Race's oldest sects, grasped both the most ancient and most cutting-edge paths of cultivation, and held the richest body of cultivation knowledge. Even after reaching the pinnacle, Jing could still offer help with the road ahead.
What lay between a two-character king and a one-character king was the crossing of old conventions and fixed prejudices.
And the authority vested in a king of such rank... could be said to stand beneath only one person!
Jin Wangsun had once been such an idle, carefree man—a famously wealthy gentleman of leisure.
In the blink of an eye, he was to be pushed to the very summit of the Empire, truly able to turn clouds into rain with a flip