"By my final edict, pass the throne to Jing Yan..."
A final edict... he had prepared this long ago.
He had been ready all along... ready to issue this "final edict," ready to sacrifice himself to the nation on this day.
Boom!
As the final edict concluded, heaven and earth thundered, and a shaft of golden light descended from the sky, landing on Su Mo.
A dragon pattern emerged on Su Mo's white Confucian Robe, with five claws on each of its four feet.
The entire dragon pattern looked utterly unruly and immensely majestic.
It was still that same Confucian Robe, yet no longer that same robe...
Amid the Divine Race's divine radiance, the Divine Rune on Su Mo's forehead absorbed another strand of Human Emperor power.
Feeling the national fortune power settle upon him, Su Mo felt as though everything between heaven and earth lay within his grasp.
United with the Confucian Dao, national fortune power seemed an invincible existence in this world.
Now, he finally understood why the Human Emperor had insisted on creating a Confucian Dao.
A practitioner of the Confucian Dao bearing national fortune power... was the true emperor of the mortal world.
Su Mo swept his robe's hem aside. The white Confucian Robe bearing the imperial dragon pattern billowed in the wind as he stood high in the void... apart from the world, alone!
Su Mo looked toward the fewer than a thousand Upper Realm Immortal Cultivators before him. A heaven-piercing divine radiance flashed through his eyes, golden light spilling in every direction, his white garments and imperial robe stirring without wind.
At this moment, Su Mo was the sole Human Emperor of the entire Ninth Realm...
Honored by all beneath heaven!
Everyone throughout Great Hua was witnessing the new Human Emperor's accession. Some