"..."
"Has the Human Emperor Hall abandoned us?!"
"Your Majesty the Human Emperor, can you see this? Your people are suffering!!"
"Save us... Your Majesty the Human Emperor, please return once more!"
"Your Majesty! Return..."
Whoosh!
Suddenly, those countless voices and thoughts transformed into densely packed Formless light points, eventually converging into a surging tide of faith power and grief.
For a moment, they seemed to pierce through space and time, as though they were echoing directly beside Tan Lin's ears and hammering against his heart.
Those desperate faces, filled with hope.
Those blood-curdling cries slowly overlapped with scenes from deep within Tan Lin's memories: his previous life presiding over the Human Emperor Hall, leading the Human Race of the Big Dipper to rise, receiving the worship of countless people, and listening to the prayers of all living beings...
Amid such calls, within the Central Plains of the Big Dipper, something akin to Divine Thought seemed to be invisibly taking shape.
Yet it could not be accomplished overnight...
Beneath the Life Ancient Tree, Tan Lin silently closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He forcibly circulated the Myriad Selves Profound Art, using his own will to suppress the battle intent and vital blood from the Indestructible Golden Body Bloodline that was nearly bursting out of him.
Drip...
His nails dug deeply into his palms, and blood slowly seeped out.
Tianling's gentle, soft voice continued murmuring beside him.
He did not respond, because he knew she was right.
He could not act rashly, or everything would come to nothing.
If he went out now, not only would he fail to save the common people, he would only doom himself and render all his previous concealment futile.
He kept telling himself,
In this Lifetime, I am only Tan Lin. The life