Everything he had sought his entire life lay before him, just as his Sword Dao grew ever purer and he could finally cleave open the Heavenly Gate with one stroke and ascend.
Ye Qinghong's black hair was gathered into a single bundle, streaming in the wind, and the hem of his robes blossomed like a lotus, radiating breathtaking beauty.
Then he looked toward the Heavenly Gate of the Sword Dao in the sky, toward the multitudes prostrated before him.
Without the slightest reluctance, he drew his sword.
His sword cleaved the curtain of water.
Crack!
Crack!
A fissure suddenly appeared in the world that had seemed so real.
Then it shattered on the spot.
Like a mirror, dust returned to dust, earth to earth, dissolving into nothingness...
Amid those shattered mirror fragments, Ye Qinghong said expressionlessly.
"Without Master, what use is the Sword Dao to me?"
Immediately afterward, he abruptly turned and stepped toward another mirror without the slightest reluctance.
This time, he became the Female Emperor, ascending the throne young, possessed of grand talent and sweeping vision.
When he first took the throne, many still wished to control him and treat him as a puppet, but he endured with extraordinary patience, secretly laying many plans.
Then he quelled the rebellion, executed the ambitious ministers, and became the youngest imperial sovereign.
Afterward, he swept through the six states, standardized carriage axle widths and the written script, and became known to history as the Emperor!
All the people prostrated themselves at his feet, and every minister flattered him, regarding him as the greatest existence, supreme above all.
It seemed he had conquered the entire world.
With the hearts of all the people won over, he finally traveled to the Heavenly Mountain to perform the rites to Heaven and Earth. If