When Tianming turned around, there was a person sitting on a throne. Or rather, it was more appropriate to call him a god. He wore an imperial black and gold robe and had a violet crown on his head. His face shone like an autumn moon, his brows were like painted ink, and the pressure coming from him was intense.

He had died over two hundred thousand years ago, but his corpse was immortal. Tianming guessed that it must have something to do with his divine body and the Heaven Cauldron.

The man sat at the center of the Heaven Cauldron, glowing with golden brilliance. He also had five dragons beside him. The dragons were all coiled up beside him, and their enormous size nearly filled the entire Heaven Cauldron. The heads of the five dragons were gathered beside the emperor with fangs bared.

The dragons had different colors—gold, azure, blue, red, and brown, representing the metal, wood, water, fire, and earth elements. It wasn’t hard to guess that the man was Great Emperor Xuanyuan, and those dragons were his lifebound...