After saying this, the Grand Preceptor continued:
"The rise of the Great Wei Sacred Dynasty was an undertaking difficult beyond the ages. Its achievement was not mine alone, but that of the countless Heroic Spirits of humanity! When the Ten Thousand Races rose together beneath heaven, humanity languished, and cries of suffering filled the land."
"With the aid of my brethren, I rose amid the fires of war and battled heaven and earth. Only because millions of hands supported me from behind did the Divine Land gain a moment to breathe."
"Thus, I commanded the Heavenly Dao to forge this Heroic Spirits' Mound. All who fought for humanity shall enter it and share with me the kneeling homage of every official, forever reminding me whence my station today came!"
"I therefore decree to all beneath heaven: those who behold this Heroes' Tomb must show reverence, respect, and solemnity... those who lack reverence shall be killed without mercy! Those who lack respect shall be killed without mercy! Those who lack solemnity shall be killed without mercy!"
"All who have inflicted suffering upon our race shall bow their heads and humbly repent. Otherwise, their entire race shall be crushed and slaughtered, not one left alive!"
The Grand Preceptor's words brimmed with murderous intent!
Yet Lin Ke also gleaned something from them.
This was not an imperial throne. This was the Heroes' Tomb!
Speaking from the Sage Emperor's perspective, the Grand Preceptor had proclaimed the reason for the change in the atmosphere.
Perhaps those had all been the Sage Emperor's own words long ago.
As for the imperial throne?
This was not the Sage Emperor's pride and boasting after one general's triumph had left ten thousand bones to wither. It was a warning to himself and an act of remembrance!
A warning that