When Yang Qing bowed to Emperor Zhetian, he clearly saw the meaningful gleam in the emperor's eyes.
There was an unmistakable weight of authority to it, one that made anyone who saw it instinctively want to submit.
This must have been the so-called bearing of a ruler.
Yet beneath that gaze, a shiver passed through Yang Qing's heart. It felt as though Emperor Zhetian could see straight into the depths of his soul, stirring an impulse within him.
An impulse to offer up his own life on the spot.
Offer up my own life...
That thought turned over in Yang Qing's heart, then suddenly sliced through his mind like a sharp blade.
That was it. The Yang Family had been born for sacrifice. Until now, Yang Qing had never quite understood what that sacrifice entailed. It actually meant giving up his life outright.
And judging by the situation, Emperor Zhetian intended to have his Soul Body occupy Yang Qing's flesh.
As shocking as that conjecture was, it was the most reasonable explanation Yang Qing could think of.
What Emperor Zhetian had brought back for his reincarnation was his Soul Body. His physical body had long since turned to dust.
Even though Yang Qing could now see this masked man, he knew in his heart that this must still have been an illusion.
The Yang Family's centuries-long fate would come to an end with him.
No wonder the Yang Ancestors had never told their descendants the true origins of their lineage. This was something they could never speak of to others.
After all, when the time came for them to fulfill their mission, they would be summoned to that place even if they hid at the ends of the earth.
But knowing the truth was one thing. Everyone would inevitably have