An odd expression filled Chu Yun's face.
He was intimately familiar with this demon object; it had accompanied him through many years. Its form was archaic, made of blue pottery, shaped like a rice bowl. What else could it be but the Star Sea Bowl?
Yet the Star Sea Bowl of old had been utterly battered, its surface dim and lusterless, like a beggar's cracked bowl for asking alms. This bowl now gleamed brilliantly, like the mother of ten thousand stars, the ruler of heaven and earth. Facing it was like a mortal gazing up at the starry sky—boundless depth, mystery, and ethereal vastness.
The Star Saint Hall had only just been restored when the Wandering Emperor appeared as well.
"Damn, I nearly died!" He panted heavily, one hand pressed to his chest, his face still full of lingering fear.
The Wandering Emperor also looked like a young man, but unlike the Book Emperor's refined gentility, he was powerfully built, with carefree eyes brimming with the glow of freedom and romance. He was like a bird soaring through heaven and earth, fond of adventure, as though nothing could ever shackle his tracks.
Among Emperor-level experts, the Wandering Emperor was renowned for his speed. His strength was also at the upper tier of the Emperor level, making him the undisputed foremost of the Three Emperors in the Star Continent camp.
However, he was also the one with the least imperial bearing.
"Ah, you're all here..." He gave everyone a careless once-over, then reached up and started picking his nose.
Everyone's faces went dark.
The Book Emperor sighed helplessly. "How many times have I told you? You are already an Emperor, pure and immaculate. Stop picking already."
"It feels good, so why shouldn't I?" The Wandering Emperor glared, utterly unconcerned. "This is