Founding Ceremony (IV)

From that moment on, the Wuhuan Faction was no longer called the Wuhuan Faction. It was... the Huan Kingdom!

Its sovereign... the Huan King!

Rumble...

Thunder rolled in waves, its deafening roar shaking the air.

The moment Huan King Jian Shang finished speaking, Heaven's might grew stronger, the land's power surged fiercer, and the golden light shone brighter...

Buoyed by the might of Heaven and the land, Huan King Jian Shang stood high atop the Heaven-Sacrificing Altar like a giant who propped up the sky and stood firm upon the earth. His majesty was unmatched, his presence soaring to the heavens.

"Long live our king! Long live our king for ten thousand years!"

"Long live our king! Long live our king for ten thousand years!"

Whether driven by Heaven's might or swept up in the atmosphere, once the cries began, they swelled into a storm that rang through heaven and earth and echoed across Hidden Dragon City.

Everyone who belonged to the Huan Kingdom shouted from the depths of their hearts. Their cries embodied the will of Heaven, the will of the land, and the will of the people.

Rumble...

As the people of the Huan Kingdom paid homage to their sovereign, an even more terrifying thunderclap sounded, as though thunder shook the nine heavens.

The mist gathered above Hidden Dragon City, hanging like dark clouds over its roof, began to churn like boiling lava.

A moment later, the faint shape of an enormous dragon appeared within the thick, drifting mist, as though it soared among the clouds and roared across the nine heavens.

A supreme presence, comparable to Heaven's terrifying might from before, spread through heaven and earth. Everyone, Jian Shang included, felt an urge to bow in heartfelt reverence. Words could not describe it. This seemed neither