"Interesting."
Watching Li Zheng's retreating back, Ye Lin murmured to himself. In this child, he saw a trace of an emperor's aura.
The manifestation of the Human Race's destiny in this world.
The Human Race's crisis was imminent, and its destiny had begun to save itself. This child might be the hope.
The hope of the entire Human Race.
This child might truly become the king of all under heaven in the future—not merely the king of the Great Wild Goose Dynasty as before, but a true emperor.
An emperor of the Nine-Five Supreme.
"Tsk, I think you're going to lose."
Ye Lin took out another white stone and set it upon the board.
Li Zheng's appearance had allowed him to see a sliver of new hope. This game was not over—not by a long shot.
After the white stone in Ye Lin's hand fell, a thunderclap actually flashed through the void.
As though he had not heard it, Ye Lin simply lay back in his chair.
Angry? Heh...
In the blink of an eye, another year passed. During that year, Li Zheng came to Ye Lin almost every day, asking him about all manner of things.
He was like an endlessly curious child, wanting to ask about everything.
And Ye Lin patiently explained it all to him without the slightest annoyance.
"Sir, what lies beyond the world?"
"The boundless Starry Sky."
"The Starry Sky? The stars I see every day?"
"Yes. They aren't stars—they are worlds, one after another."
"I really want to go and see them."
Another year passed. The ten people who had previously left Solitary City had now come into their own. Each commanded a hundred thousand troops, pressing straight toward the imperial court.
Together, they numbered a full million troops.
This was already the Human