Star Luo Empire, Imperial Mausoleum.
"Who dares disturb My slumber..."
Hearing that hoarse yet imposing voice, Dai Lingfeng's body could not help but tremble. This was the imperial majesty cultivated through long years in high office. When an emperor raged, a million corpses lay strewn across the land.
"A descendant of the Dai imperial clan, the current emperor of the Star Luo Empire, Dai Lingfeng, has disturbed Ancestor's slumber. I beg Ancestor's forgiveness!!"
As his words fell, black-and-white mist gradually seeped from the coffin before him. Then came a creaking sound as the coffin lid floated up. Immediately afterward, a mass of black mist flew out and landed before the kneeling Dai Lingfeng. His body trembled as he slightly raised his eyes, but all he could see was a pair of Chelsea... pfft, a pair of golden-white tiger boots.
"Dai Lingfeng..." A deep, muffled voice rang out. "Raise your head!"
At those words, Dai Lingfeng slowly stood up and finally saw the appearance of this slumbering ancestor. What kind of face was that? His complexion was withered, covered in wrinkles, and his hair was completely white. His entire body looked as though he could die at any moment, yet his eyes shone with restrained spirit, carrying an authority that needed no anger.
"Whose son are you?"
Dai Lingfeng hurriedly replied, "In reply to Ancestor, my imperial father is Dai Tianyou, and my imperial grandfather is Dai Mingjun."
"Oh? You are Mingjun's grandson." The ancestor murmured.
"I never expected so much time to have passed. What year is it now?"
"In reply to Ancestor, it is now the 682nd year of the Star Luo Calendar. This junior is the twelfth emperor of the Star Luo Empire."
"The 682nd year of the Star Luo Calendar... I never expected this slumber of Mine