A God Without Emotions

Though his tone was full of mockery, Ning Han's expression was deadly serious.

Looking at the enormous cauldron in the distance, his brows furrowed deeply.

What had appeared before him was a massive cauldron—one so colossal it was suffocating.

The cauldron was unimaginably huge. At a glance, its boundaries were nowhere to be seen.

As far as the eye could see, there was only the cauldron. The earth and sky that had once existed had now vanished without a trace.

"Finally, you're here. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

A man's voice suddenly rang out. It was low and strange, for it contained not the slightest trace of emotion.

There was no joy, anger, sorrow, or delight; no mockery or disdain. There was only mechanical pallor.

No figure appeared before him, yet Ning Han still locked onto the owner of the voice.

His gaze turned toward the giant cauldron in the distance as he replied coldly.

"Not late. The timing is just right."

As his words fell, his body moved as well.

With a flicker, he approached one corner of the giant cauldron.

After drawing near, Ning Han did not attack it. Instead, he stood quietly where he was.

"That's right. The timing is just right. You came just in time to witness this great feat."

There was still not a trace of emotion, but unlike before, the giant cauldron underwent some changes.

At the same time the voice sounded, a man walked out from the center of the cauldron.

As though he knew how to pass through walls, the man emerged directly from within the cauldron, yet its appearance did not change in the slightest.

The man did not appear alone. A huge "dragon throne" appeared alongside him.

This was a true dragon throne, because it