Ximen Juesheng rose into the air above the forming egg, his imperial robes flowing like banners.
In his hands, he carried a radiant golden sphere.
It was neither spear nor robe.
It was the Human Destiny Weapon in its purest state – formless, and embodiment of collective human providence.
Jiyx's triangular head tilted slightly.
This had not been part of their agreement.
The Prime Architect had anticipated additional materials, perhaps even a conceptual anchor, but not this.
Yet what Ximen Juesheng did next stunned him.
And not only him.
Even the legendary beings gathered within the Tree and the enemies beyond it, felt something shift.
The Third Human Emperor descended slowly until he hovered before the golden sphere.
Then, without hesitation, he lowered himself to one knee.
His posture was not ceremonial.
It was sincere.
His expression, usually proud and calculating, changed into that of highest form of respect.
