The eleven golden suns stretching across the sky and the phantom of the Three-Legged Golden Crow divine bird slowly faded after lingering for a moment.
That supreme pressure which made all things submit also receded, as though it had never existed.
Yet at the center where the phenomenon vanished, a slender figure in white silently appeared.
He stood quietly in the void, releasing not the slightest trace of aura, yet making heaven and earth seem to revolve around him.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At that moment, powerful figures tore through space one after another, racing toward this place from every direction across the Central Plains!
Ancient Clan Patriarch, Gu Yuan.
Yan Clan Patriarch, Yan Jin.
Thunder Clan Patriarch, Lei Ying.
Yao Clan Patriarch, Yao Dan.
These leaders of the ancient clans, who normally appeared and vanished like divine dragons and could make all of Central Plains tremble with a mere stomp of their feet, had all appeared here!
As they approached the white-robed figure and sensed that restrained yet still soul-shaking imperial might, these supreme experts standing at the peak of the continent lowered their heads—proud for countless ages—in reverence before him.
"Greetings, Great Emperor!"
"Greetings, Great Emperor!"
"..."
Their orderly cries, filled with reverence from the depths of their souls, resounded through the clouds.
Han Feng remained calm and gave them a slight nod.
Then, with a flicker, he appeared before Medicine Elder, who stood below in a daze.
He displayed none of the airs of a newly ascended Dou Di. Before the old man who had raised him, he solemnly performed a proper disciple's bow.
"Your disciple, Han Feng, has not failed your expectations, Teacher."
"Today, I have become an Emperor."
Medicine Elder looked at the disciple he had raised with his own hands, tears already filling his