A soul-shaking voice suddenly resounded.
Then, within the Divine Capital of Cangsheng, Chu Yuan saw an ancient figure walking out. He was God, he was demon, he was spirit, he was human, he was Cangsheng, he was an ancient existence!
He was the Cangsheng Great Emperor, the founder of the Cangsheng Empire!
But Chu Yuan also saw through his reality; the true Cangsheng Great Emperor had died. He was an embodiment of will, the spirit of the entire empire condensed, immortal and indestructible, existing within the Imperial City.
"Though my body has fallen, my will is eternal."
Chu Yuan pondered this phrase.
That supreme imperial might represented the glory belonging to an era of Cangsheng!
"Cangsheng Great Emperor."
Chu Yuan was calm, gazing at the Cangsheng Great Emperor. He didn't know what catastrophe befell that era, but he knew the embodiment of Cangsheng Great Emperor's will was terrifyingly powerful.
His aura was like tides, surging waves; he was the Sovereign of Cangsheng.
