The Throne Passed Again, the True Sun and Moon Lineage!

As Xu Yanqiu's voice fell, the entire Sun-Moon Heaven Mountain was drowned in thunderous cries of worship.

"Welcome the Sun-Moon Great Emperor's ascension!"

"Long live His Majesty!"

Countless waves of voices rose one over another, sweeping up from below the heavenly altar. The sea of clouds churned, rosy light descended, and it seemed as though heaven and earth themselves trembled for the founding of the new dynasty.

Qian Xunzong stepped forward slowly and stood at the center of the heavenly altar.

The mountain wind stirred his black robes. His expression remained calm as his gaze swept over the civil and military officials and the powerhouses from every faction below. There was not the slightest hint of wild joy or loss of composure. He was like an emperor who had long overlooked mountains, rivers, and the passage of ages, calmly accepting the glory of a world united beneath him.

Xu Yanqiu personally took the black-and-gold dragon robe prepared long ago and slowly walked before him.

The robe had a deep black base embroidered with nine golden dragons. Their heads were raised amid swirling clouds and mist, every line seeming to flow with imperial majesty. Merely draping it over one's shoulders released a weighty aura capable of suppressing all ages.

"Son, are you willing to bear the fortune of the Sun and Moon Continent and become the first Sun-Moon Great Emperor?" Xu Yanqiu asked in a low voice.

Qian Xunzong raised his eyes and looked at her.

He knew this was no simple ceremony. It was a path his mother had personally laid out for him, and for the entire continent.

What she wanted was not an emperor with an empty title, but a true sovereign capable of holding down the continent, suppressing the old powers, and forging a new order for