If one grew old and sat on the throne for too long, one might grow weary of it.
But the current Emperor had only recently ascended the throne, and she had ruled exceptionally well. Her prestige was rising ever higher, and she was deeply beloved by the people.
Moreover, she was in the prime of her youth, unmarried, and had yet to experience the beauties of the mortal world. Like a flower, she had only just begun to bloom.
How could she possibly be thinking of leaving at such a time?
Leaving the people who loved and supported her, leaving this flourishing imperial dynasty, leaving the supreme throne?
Throughout the vast city of Tianjing, people raised their heads to watch the Emperor's Sword grow ever larger.
The Emperor's Sword became brighter and brighter.
They all clearly saw scenes appearing upon the Emperor's Sword.
They saw hundreds of millions of people prostrating themselves in worship, performing sacrificial dances.
They saw hundreds of millions of people laboring in the forests and mountains, fishing from small boats amid the waves.
These scenes ignored all limits of distance, projecting clearly before their eyes.
For no reason, they were profoundly shaken, as though they had entered those scenes themselves and become one of the people within them.
They toiled alongside them, fought for their lives upon the sea alongside them, worshiped the Son of Heaven alongside them, and made offerings to the Son of Heaven.
Their spirits became tranquil and far-reaching, their hearts cleansed until they were pure and peaceful.
All selfish desires and stray thoughts were swept away, leaving only the most fundamental reverence.
Reverence and admiration for the Emperor's Sword.
Chu Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Through Super Sensation, he saw the Emperor's Sword seemingly transform into a gigantic vortex.
Threads of golden