The emperor traveled straight through the river of stars with the two Elector Kings. Beneath their feet sailed an exquisite, luxurious yacht carrying all the invited nobles.
Although Atre and Tiraya did their best to stand straight, they still felt a fundamental gulf between themselves and the emperor, like the difference between an advanced civilization and beasts.
Was greatness approaching truth really so terrifying?
Did even Legends become trembling kittens and puppies before it?
"What are you shaking so hard for?" The emperor suddenly turned around and clicked his tongue. "You're the empire's Elector Kings, eligible to compete for this position someday. Trembling like that won't do."
Although the emperor spoke very casually, Atre and Tiraya still couldn't stop sweating. It was an instinctive bodily reaction they couldn't suppress.
The emperor glanced at them and shook his head. "This river of stars is far too long. I can't wait to see what amusing little thing his grandson has made."
He casually reached out and made a gentle slashing motion.
An overwhelming force instantly tore through the starlight filling the sky.
A pitch-black shadow instantly formed a hollow and sucked them all inside. The nobles aboard the yacht below immediately screamed-could this be a Star Hole Disaster?
That terrifying black hole of legend, capable of swallowing everything.
But before they could scream more than a few times, the dark rift spat them out. Not far away, the magnificent, sacred Creation Star Ring stood right before their eyes, with the sun enclosed within it radiating a golden-orange glow.
"A bunch of useless fools," the emperor cursed, then addressed the empty space before him. "Useless fools whose bones have gone soft from soaking in honey. Sorry you had to see that."
A white-haired old man stepped out of the void.
He looked at