Above the Eternal Pagoda, a mysterious, imposing figure stood tall.
He wore a white robe, and his slender frame radiated an indescribably vast, dragon-like aura.
His face was as fine as jade, his brow broad, his body powerfully built.
He was handsome and refined, with a heroic air that set him apart from ordinary men.
His fair skin glowed with a soft, lustrous light, shining like warm jade. An awe-inspiring presence that seemed to transcend heaven and earth enveloped him, making him impossible to look at directly.
A simple, ancient-looking crystal sword hung at his waist. It looked like a rough, unsharpened sword blank, yet gleamed with an intensely frigid light, as if it could reduce all things to dust.
Where he stood became an independent space, a world unto itself.
Beneath his feet, vast stretches of space warped and shifted without pause.
Every living being who caught sight of the imposing figure felt their legs tremble and their souls shudder. The spiritual energy within them slowed to a crawl, then nearly stopped.
Their faces flushed red, as though they were insects sealed inside amber, unable to breathe.
Even the super powerhouses at the Heavenly Sovereign level were no exception.
A Late Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign—the true ceiling of the Great Thousand World's fighting strength!
"Y-Your Excellency, who might you be?"
Mohe Tian, a God Lord of his generation, suddenly found himself at a loss for words.
A terrible thought, one that should have been impossible, suddenly sprang into his mind.
Mu Chen had always claimed to be the Heavenly Emperor's successor.
"I am the Heavenly Emperor."
The sacred being, shrouded in a hazy halo of light, answered.
As he spoke, an unrivaled aura that transcended heaven and earth swept over them.
Peerless and unmatched, he was like the supreme