The upheaval at Kunlun Mountain shook every world.
The Lamp-Bearing Divine Envoy had emerged with the air of one who could claim to be invincible under heaven, fierce and arrogant before the Primordial Emperor.
Yet when he later faced a young man whose aura seemed feeble in the extreme, he severed his own arm to apologize.
He did not even dare resist. He only sought to save his life, willing to sacrifice an arm to survive.
The might of a Legend had crumbled away, and the sight sent a chill through everyone who heard of it.
Who was that young man?
Whose general was he, to be so fearsome?
It sent a chill through Meng Qi, too. He had become a backdrop as well!
Before the Primordial Emperor, the Lamp-Bearing Divine Envoy had struck with a heavy fist. Before that young man, he had turned meek and submissive.
That led to one obvious conclusion.
The Primordial Emperor just did not measure up!
In short, Meng Chuan, the heir to Tusita Palace known to only a handful of people, had shocked the world the moment he formally appeared and stepped onto the stage.
"Someone who walked out of Tusita Palace..."
Meng Qi's sworn elder brother Gao Lan stood before the gates of his Imperial Palace, gazing toward Kunlun Mountain with unfathomable eyes.
"What do you two make of him?" Gao Lan asked the people beside him.
They were two Legends of the Human Emperor's surviving clan.
Years ago, Gao Lan had returned to the Medieval Era and guided the Human Emperor's surviving clan. At the cost of some sacrifices, they had slipped out of their shell like a golden cicada and escaped the Demon Buddha's calamity.
The clan's strength had been preserved, and it had only grown since.
Now that the