Jiang Wanxiang's words were uttered as if an unspeakable betrayal had crushed the dignity and order of the Red Emperor's eight-hundred-year reign, shattering them completely. In an instant, the atmosphere between heaven and earth became somber and grim, reaching its extreme.
Among the masses of officials and dignitaries, no one dared to speak for a moment.
The elder seemed to be bearing an enormous force that was visible to the naked eye.
Rather than feeling a great sense of oppression, it was more accurate to say they sensed an indescribable terror, a fear transcending life and death.
It was a terror stemming from the imminent dismantling of an eight-hundred-year-old order, something they had long been accustomed to.
This fear gripped their hearts, rendering them speechless.
Except for Ji Zichang.
Ji Zichang looked at Jiang Wanxiang before him.
