Nine-tiered tower.
A young man stood before the railing, gazing at the undulating outlines of the imperial palace buildings in the distance and their steeply slanting eaves, his eyes as calm as an abyss.
"Humanity's fortune..." he murmured.
Just then.
His body suddenly trembled, and he slowly turned around.
A man stood ahead of him, his long robes dancing wildly in the wind atop the nine-tiered tower, snapping loudly.
"Luo River King?" the young man slowly asked, showing no sign of panic.
"It's me!" Jiang Ning nodded.
"I'm very curious. How did you know I existed?" the young man asked.
"Your level is too low. You can't comprehend my state," Jiang Ning said.
Upon hearing this, the young man's gaze froze. His expression shifted slightly, while the fist hidden within his sleeve clenched tightly enough for his knuckles to turn white.
He had never imagined such an assessment would be placed upon him.
His level was too low?!!
Who was he?
One of the most exalted Imperial Princes of the Nine Heavens.
A direct descendant of one of the Four Emperors of the Ancient Heavenly Court, a third-generation pureblood.
Within the Nine Heavens, his status was incomparably noble.
Whether it was the inheritance he received or those who guided him, he had always been given the highest treatment.
Immortals who stood high above the masses in the outside world had to obey his commands before him.
Primordial Era secrets unknown to the world and hidden matters from every faction were merely ordinary scrolls in his study.
It could be said that when it came to breadth of vision, he had the confidence that no one of his generation could compare to him.
Yet now, Jiang Ning—an existence he considered nothing more than a mundane creature—had judged him to be of