Xu Yanli silently surveyed everything below and remained quiet for a long while.
This was the many faces of the mortal world.
And this was the brand-new world he had schemed and advanced step by step, a world that was about to arrive.
He withdrew his distant gaze, pulled a small Communication Soul Tool from his sleeve, and pressed the switch. The other end answered quickly, and Lezheng Ling's steady, low voice came through. "Your Highness?"
"Send word to the Crown Prince," Xu Yanli said in a calm, even tone. "Star Luo has submitted. The new emperor's enthronement ceremony will be held in three days. Have him send people to take over and handle the aftermath."
There was a brief silence on the other end. Lezheng Ling clearly wanted to say something, but in the end she swallowed her words and replied respectfully, "Understood."
The call ended. Xu Yanli put away the Soul Tool, still sitting cross-legged in midair as he gazed down at the city's lights and smoke, and watched the sun slowly sink in the west.
The setting sun stretched his shadow long across the layers of clouds, like a deity surveying the mortal world below.
Sun Moon Empire, Ming Capital, Crown Prince's Mansion study.
Xu Tianran stood by the window, gripping tightly the message that had just arrived through the Soul Tool. For a long time, he remained silent.
Star Luo had submitted.
It hadn't been conquered by an army. That boy had charged into the Star Luo Imperial Palace alone, and with a rain of light falling from the heavens and a face identical to Xu Wangshu's, he had forced Xu Jiawei to give up the Dragon Throne of his own accord.
Without sending a single soldier into battle or firing a single shot, he had