True Lord Taiyu—Li Yi, foremost under heaven!
This was his first time taking part in Great Jing's grand court assembly.
He did not care about anyone's feelings, yet everyone had to ponder his intentions.
Holding sway over "the first" and "the last," being both "beginning" and "end," his power surged wildly with every passing day. Together with Jiang Wang, this name had cleaved open the upper limit of their generation—and continued to expand it—creating such a vast sky that prodigies rose together and all kinds of beings contended against one another.
The path Li Yi walked was like a sword.
The gazes he split apart became the invisible, colorless Sword Qi circling that longsword.
That sword cut through the Central Hall, all the way to the forefront of the gathered officials—
All under heaven could not conceal its edge.
He came to a halt before Danbi Terrace.
Only three people stood on the same line as him.
They were former Chancellor Lüqiu Wenyue, Evil-Sweeping Army commander Kuang Ming, and Prince Jin, Ji Xuanzhen.
This arrangement nearly explained everything. The shape of Great Jing's court over the next twenty-five years was displayed here.
From now until the Divine Firmament, these three would be the foremost civil official, military official, and imperial clansman in Great Jing's court.
And Li Yi was the future.
Among the august lords of the court, who could help but envy him?
With cultivation and talent alone, he had reached such a position.
Even the Emperor lowered his eyelids slightly, smiling with a measure of delight. "Taiyu has come!"
Li Yi bowed. "Greetings, Your Majesty."
He said, "The Sect Master finds it inconvenient to enter the capital, so he has sent me to stand in his place."
The sect masters of the three sacred lands of the Daoist