Divine Capital.
Over the course of several decades, the Divine Capital had been expanded time and again. Now, apart from its most central district, where traces of its former outline could still be seen, the rest was, at a glance, nothing but a forest of steel.
As for the heart of the imperial palace—the place that had once stood World's Highest—it too had been replaced by a tower-like structure over a hundred stories tall, resembling both an emperor's throne and a sharp sword.
This was the civilizational wonder the Empire had constructed twenty years ago: the Imperial Divine Throne. Its effect was to stabilize and amplify the authority of the Emperor sequence, while mitigating contamination to a certain extent.
The power of professions was an exceptionally dangerous force. The more powerful the profession, the more dangerous it was. One misstep, and one could fall into the abyss.
And as the pinnacle of all professions, the Emperor profession was even more wildly unstable.
That was why the Imperial Divine Throne had come to be.
This wonder had been built during the Empire's most difficult days. It was not merely that powerful enemies surrounded them on all sides; more importantly, resources had been scarce.
Building a wonder amid a shortage of resources carried more than a hint of courting death, yet given the circumstances at the time, they had no choice but to build it.
If the Black Emperor lost control, the Empire would likewise march toward destruction.
Better to stake everything on a single throw. At least that left a thread of hope.
"Heaven's will has been hard to ask since ancient times. All people can do is what people can do. As for what becomes of heaven and earth in the end, we can only wait for Heaven to decide