Waiting for the person standing at the very pinnacle of the Great Thousand World.
"He's here."
The Green-Robed Sword Saint suddenly spoke, his voice as soft as a blade gliding across ice.
Before his words had faded, a figure in green robes slowly emerged from the depths of the Heavenly Emperor Palace.
Xiao Qing was not wearing imperial robes today, only a set of green robes as always.
His pace was unhurried. No sound accompanied each step, yet with every step he took, the aura of laws around everyone in the square involuntarily receded by a fraction.
It was not deliberate suppression.
It was the absolute gap between levels of life.
Qing Xuan walked beside Xiao Qing. Today, she wore a dark green gown. Queen Medusa's once razor-sharp aura had long since been tempered by time into a calm, gentle majesty.
As the mistress of the Heavenly Court, she should have been waiting inside the Heavenly Emperor Palace. Yet this matter concerned the entire structure of the Great Thousand World, and she had insisted on witnessing it personally.
Xiao Qing walked to the center of the square and stopped.
His gaze slowly swept across everyone present before finally settling on Ancestor Taiming, Hei Jue, and Huang Qing.
"Gentlemen."
Xiao Qing's voice was not loud, but it reached every person present with perfect clarity.
Ancestor Taiming tightened his grip on the bamboo staff in his hand, a smile appearing on his aged face.
"Heavenly Emperor, this old man has waited decades for this day."
Huang Qing took a deep breath. His rough voice carried a suppressed tremor as he said, "Heavenly Emperor, if this succeeds today, the Desolate Ancient Clan will follow the Heavenly Court's lead from this day onward."
Hei Jue said nothing, merely nodding slightly.
He had waited far