The Secret of Qian Chaoguang's Martial Soul, the Terror of the Great Destruction, Six Thousand Words

Qian Chaoguang thought for a moment, then plopped down on it and quietly waited for the figure before him to finish taking shape.

Very soon, the person before him was completely no different from a real human being.

Aside from that flawless physique and bearing, after Qian Chaoguang saw the other man's face, only two words came to mind—handsome.

The other man perfectly matched every understanding Qian Chaoguang had of the word handsome.

Even if every master artist on Blue Star from the dawn of civilization until before his transmigration were bundled together, they probably would not have been able to pick out the slightest flaw on that face.

Including that kindly smile on his face.

Yes, kindly.

Qian Chaoguang dared to bet that he had seen the exact same expression before on his own grandfather, Old Ancestor, and Bibi Dong.

Barring any surprises, this was either a wisp of the Light Great Emperor's thought, a wisp of consciousness, a split soul, a soul projection, or something of the sort.

In any case, it would not be a recording or some rigid program.

"You little fellow, you really don't stand on ceremony at all." The handsome man smiled as he spoke. "More than forty million years in the blink of an eye, and finally, someone has come."

"You specifically left behind a space like this. I imagine it wasn't to drag later generations in and beat them up." Qian Chaoguang smiled as he rose and bowed. "This junior greets the Light Great Emperor."

"No need for ceremony. Let me see... You've already met Douluo. Very good." The Light Great Emperor waved his hand. "I didn't expect that a program I threw together on a whim would actually take effect."

"Tsk. What a pity. Back then, I really shouldn't have gone