"Bzzzz."
A vast, faint tremor spread across the main plane.
The next moment, the spiritual energy of almost the entire Great Thousand World boiled, surging toward Northern Wilderness Hill in an indescribably vast torrent.
Above the Great Thousand Palace, it gathered into an ancient curtain of light with no visible end, reaching up to the azure firmament and down to the netherworld—mysterious, hazy, majestic beyond measure, and grand in its immensity.
Within the slowly unfurling scroll of spiritual energy were mountains and rivers, the sun, moon, and stars, flowers, birds, fish, and beasts—all things that had endured since time immemorial. Phantom images of countless mountains and rivers were projected across the sky.
There were even scenes of the ancient ancestors of Taigu, living off the land and carving paths through the wilderness.
An indescribable, irresistible majesty descended.
Most of the Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereigns flushed red, breathing heavily. Some even trembled in their souls, unable to tell whether they were excited or afraid.
"We shall name the place where the World Power converges the Firmament Ledger."
"Those who inscribe their complete true names upon the Firmament Ledger may ascend to Rulership."
A voice, at once near and distant, impossibly ethereal, reached everyone's ears.
Perhaps the Great Thousand Twin Heroes had deliberately reined it in. The moment the main plane began to boil, the vast, ancient curtain of spiritual light vanished without a trace, its projection appearing overhead instead.
Everyone watched without blinking. No one was willing to look away.
On the Firmament Ledger, shrouded in a hazy, concentrated radiance, an ancient character suddenly appeared at the very top. Its strokes swept like a dragon and danced like a phoenix, its lines as sharp as iron hooks and silver tracings: "Ye."
Ye—the name of the Immortal Great Emperor.
The Immortal Great