Ever since news of the Divine Firmament Battlefield's opening returned, time in The Present World seemed to have accelerated.
Those grand schemes that ought to have been measured in centuries or millennia were brought to fruition in barely more than a decade. Some failed, some succeeded, and Jiang Wang, a prodigy of the age, had taken part in more than half of those momentous events capable of changing the world.
He did not command sufficient power, yet his influence truly had no peer in the present age.
The Sons of Heaven of the six Hegemon States were all acquaintances of his now.
Even with Ying Zhao, the Son of Heaven of Qin, and Tang Xianqi, the Son of Heaven of Jing, whom he rarely interacted with, he could exchange a few jokes upon meeting.
One who had achieved Dao Derivation was the lord of True Persons and, in principle, need not bow before an emperor. Much less a True Lord like Jiang Wang... in theory, he no longer needed to lower his head to anyone.
Of course, this so-called "in theory" did not affect the depth of his bow at this moment—
"You Sons of Heaven bear the weight of the Six Directions upon your backs and shoulder the responsibility of the Human Race. Your hearts hold the cosmos, your hands grasp the firmament. Yet you can cast aside the prejudice of factions, welcome the heroes of the realm, and build this platform as an offering to all under heaven..."
"Today, regardless of sect or nation, whether on land, on islands, or beneath the waters—wherever there are traces of life, one may ascend this platform."
"Without the great sun of utmost impartiality, how could its light shine upon the entire Divine Continent? Without the virtue of creation, whence could come