Eastern Continent, Human Sovereign Ancestral Court.
Inside the Imperial Palace, incense wafts.
Within misty vapors suspended are countless human rune symbols, each containing the will of billions of beings, precipitating eternal solemnity and majesty.
Emperor Zhang Dao Xing sits on the throne, human radiance around him withdrawn, leaving only a dark imperial robe, making his visage even more stern, gaze deep as an abyss.
Beneath the throne, a youth dressed in simple white palace attire stands with lowered head, his aura condensed like a sword, the Emperor's most favored direct disciple, whose cultivation has reached the First Layer of the Divine-Demon Realm, a leader among the younger generation.
His posture upright, yet maintaining a bowed stance, daring not surpass:
"Master, I am unaware of the reason you summoned me? Any instructions?"
