The Emperor Arrives

Knock knock knock!

The resounding, deep beat of war drums echoed throughout the land.

In a corner of the Ash Continent, inside a massive military camp that looked like a bull's horn.

Within countless pointed, angular buildings.

Nockburn opened his eyes from the darkness.

This marks the fifth thousand years since he followed his True King, emerging from the Endless Planes, traversing the Land of True Nothingness, and embarking on an expedition across the Multiverse.

According to the calendar of his hometown.

This season is the Month of Cold Winds, and today is the seventeenth day of wind, symbolizing the breath exhaled by the beginning of the month from the wind and sun, which has cycled through the plane to the seventeenth continent.

However, the Ash Continent was ultimately different from his homeland; it was filled with military camps and had none of the scenery of his hometown.

Only beside the military camp, around the Tower of Wind, lies a corner of wind-sunny fields, a partial landscape of the Wind Sun Plane.

But he couldn't go to that place; it was the abode of the True King he served, Manrosta.

Only the True King and his wife lived there.

Nockburn emerged from the Spire, exhaled deeply, and stretched his body, which had been cultivating all night.

He made great progress during the expedition.

This is because although the great Ember Emperor did not treat the True King very well, he was really good to the expeditionary force and the strongmen below the True King.

All kinds of cultivation resources, cultivation methods, and even a large number of divine weapons and artifacts can be purchased; in short, he has provided everything he can.

To paraphrase the words of the Ember Emperor Alanmonlos.

"Since all the soldiers are willing to die for me, I must ensure their basic needs are met, improve their equipment, and enhance their skills, so that they have a better chance of survival on the battlefield."

Nockburn benefited greatly from this and made significant progress.

This made him very grateful to the great Emperor of Embers.

Because he believed that this war was necessary.

The Endless Planes and the Multiverse are bound to clash; if they don't fight, the other side will attack them.

Moreover, he thought that if his generation fought, the next generation could enjoy peace, which was worthwhile.

While Nockburn's idea wasn't exactly mainstream within the expeditionary force, a significant portion of them shared the same sentiment.

The other part, naturally, stemmed from resentment towards the Ember Emperor for taking them on a campaign, a war in which they were likely to die.

These people are all powerful and influential figures in their hometown.

Arriving here, you can only be a lowly soldier, and you also have to face death.

"So, most people are selfish."

"But most people are also capable of gratitude."

Nockburn sighed, stepped out of his room, the Ox-Horn Tower, and into the open space under the slightly gloomy sunlight of the Ash Continent. He reached out and caught a flake of gray snow that drifted down from the sky.

These gray snowflakes fell from the sky, landing in every corner of the Ash Continent. Once they touched your hands, they would turn to ash and dissipate in a gentle breeze.

Rumors circulated that this gray snow was the result of the power unleashed by His Majesty the Ember Emperor Alanmonlos.

Every speck of gray snow is an extension of the Ember Emperor's perception.

As long as ashes exist in the world, the aura of the Ember Emperor Alanmonlos will also exist.

Therefore, the True King of the Endless Planes were extremely obedient on the Ash Continent, daring not to be presumptuous, and even not daring to speak loudly.

They followed the will of the great, Endless Emperor and treated their soldiers with kindness.

This pleased Nockburn greatly, and he was willing to die for Ember Emperor.

but.

Beneath the gray snow, there was still an indescribable chill, which made him tighten his battle robe, carry his zither and bow, and head to the central square of the military camp to begin a new day of formation drills.

He will train there for two hours, and then he can disband and go about his own business, day after day.

This is the key to maintaining the combat effectiveness of armies in Endless Planes.

Furthermore, if one needs to break through in cultivation, they can request leave, which is very considerate.

In comparison.

Although the Multiverse's army is large in number, it is much more loosely organized.

Just as Nockburn was about to step onto the square.

Sudden.

A dazzling Platinum swept in from beyond the distant heavens.

Absolutely abrupt!

That dazzling, Holiness light instantly swept away the endless gray snow that was falling from the sky.

At the same time.

A Holiness and awe-inspiring Emperor aura rose up, soaring upwards and pressing down upon us.

That was an aura of immense power that Nockburn and his men had never seen before, a terrifying force they had never felt before!

This was an unfamiliar, domineering force.

Faced with such overwhelming momentum and power, Nockburn could hardly suppress the fear that gripped his heart.

He subconsciously looked up at the sky, only to see that the vast and boundless gray sky had suddenly cracked open, tearing the entire sky apart, and through this crack...

Nockburn could clearly see that in the endless distance ahead, a magnificent and splendid holy mountain, emerging from the endless unknown, shattered all True Nothingness, crushed all concepts, and descended upon the Ash Continent.

And on that sacred mountain.

A majestic and awe-inspiring Emperor, radiating brilliance, stood before a magnificent Throne, his hand on his sword!

He had silver hair Platinum Eyes, a handsome and majestic face, thirty-six incomparably radiant wings, a white battle robe with gold trim, and a pure white halo above his head.

Supreme and noble!

Supreme and supreme!

Endless light and heat emanated from the holy mountain beneath His feet, boundless Radiance and power burned within Him, and countless times of time and space submitted beneath Him!

At this moment, He is the center of everything, He is the supreme and infinite Sovereign, He is the being that Land of True Nothingness must bow down to.

On the Ash Continent, countless beings, though separated by vast distances, were able to witness the arrival of a majestic Emperor, and they all let out uncontrollable exclamations of surprise.

Who is He?

Someone asked.

"It must be that Endless Lord of Radiance, the Emperor of Endless Living Beings!"

"Is He the new Celestial Emperor of the Multiverse?"

A cacophony of voices echoed throughout every corner of the Ash Continent.

Nockburn was no exception.

Through the boundless Radiance, he gazed in disbelief at the great Emperor standing atop the sacred mountain, and saw behind Emperor countless winged Warrior, as well as the thousands of incredibly powerful True King and the endless Holiness army standing atop the sacred mountain.

Who exactly is He?

Just as Nockburn was beginning to have doubts...

A great voice, with a hint of relaxed laughter, resounded from Nockburn's heart, as bright and radiant as the sun in the sky!

"I, Yuliel!"

"To all those who have seen the Endless Planes."