Fortunes Entwined

Yuan Tian's Fortune was so immense it practically blotted out the sky. He had actually been granted the title of Star Emperor. His Fortune was overflowing. From now on, he could stand as an equal to the Sages. That was enough for him. He believed he could attain power to rival theirs; what he needed was the position.

In the Primordial Wilderness, appearances sometimes mattered above all else. And what were appearances, really? Sometimes they came down to a contest of status, a matter of saving face. It was important.

Sometimes Yuan Tian did not care about saving face. At other times, he cared very much. That was just how it was.

Having the title of Star Emperor was like coating his face in gold. It certainly made him look dazzling—even if that was all it did.

Yuan Tian was delighted. An emperor! Did that make him a ruler? Even if it did not, it was close enough. To think he would see this day. Excellent.

Which ranked higher, an emperor or a sovereign? Truthfully, there did not seem to be a clear answer.

Yuan Tian remembered that during the Witch-Demon Era, the Demon Clan had a Demon Emperor, an Eastern Emperor, and Xi Huang. Back then, an emperor seemed to outrank a sovereign.

Later, the Human Clan had the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. Though they stood alongside one another, the Three Sovereigns clearly held higher status. In that age, sovereigns seemed to outrank emperors.

Whether emperor outranked sovereign or the other way around, Star Emperor was a lofty title. Yuan Tian had never held office before, so he had no idea what it felt like. Now he had suddenly become the Star Emperor without the slightest warning. Still, he could finally enjoy being in charge. He just did