The surroundings, which had been so desolate, suddenly became increasingly crowded.
Especially after that person appeared, everyone surged in this direction as if they had gone mad.
Of course, they all kept repeating the same words, saying that the man before them was invincible, an unparalleled monster who could not be defeated. Even Uchiha Hikaru, with talent beyond that of ordinary people, would likely be unable to defeat this terrifying existence.
Crack.
Before the man even moved, wild winds raged around them. Everyone barely managed to remain standing while clutching their ears, their faces flushed red from the pressure.
The man wore a yellow robe, his eyes dim as stars. His entire body radiated an overwhelming aura, one that seemed to suppress everyone present and bring them unbearable pressure of irreversible harm.
"Donned in yellow, detached from worldly strife... could he be?"
A terrified man covered his mouth and pointed incredulously at the man walking toward them step by step, crying out words that even he found unbelievable.
After that man shouted, the others also looked toward the approaching figure, their eyes full of disbelief, because he was none other than His Majesty.
Under normal circumstances, an emperor who sat so high above all others could never come to such a remote backwater. Yet he had appeared here, which could only mean that something unbelievable had happened. Otherwise, why would he come to such a place?
"He is the Emperor. He is the current Emperor." The crowd began to tremble as they spoke, as though the person before them was immensely powerful, an existence with virtually no opponents here.
"So, you finally came?" Uchiha Hikaru looked directly at the middle-aged man in the yellow robe, the man radiating such a domineering aura, and curled his lips in disdain.
So what