The dynasty's fate-bearing true dragon, emanating a vast and noble aura, struggled ceaselessly within that great golden hand of light, yet could not break free at all.
The emperor could not see the fate-bearing true dragon, but he could see the enormous golden hand that seemed to blot out the sky and cover the sun.
This scene had utterly surpassed his imagination. His face, already pale from his depleted health, was now drained of every last trace of color. He did not even dare raise his head to meet Jiang Lin's eyes.
"I know I was wrong..."
His voice was soft, almost inaudible.
But given Jiang Lin's realm, he naturally heard it clearly.
Even seated upon the supreme throne of the Nine-Five, he was ultimately no more than a mortal. How could he remain unfazed in the face of a life-and-death crisis?
Besides, there was a saying: those who understood the times were the true heroes...
"..."
Seeing the emperor like this, Jiang Lin, who had originally thought of so many things to say, suddenly lost interest.
Shouldn't this be the part where this Daoist listed your crimes, you stubbornly refused to admit fault and angrily declared all the people under heaven to be oxen and horses, and then this Daoist struck you down?
"Since you know your error, this Daoist shall send you on your way."
The emperor froze, then abruptly raised his head and stared upward in disbelief.
No, I am the supreme Nine-Five Sovereign, and I've already admitted my mistake—yet you still refuse to spare me?!
The daylight was too bright for the emperor to make out Jiang Lin's expression clearly.
The next instant, he saw a point of bright light flare up. Carrying scorching waves of heat, it rapidly expanded before his eyes.
That Taiping Daoist