Images of illustrious individuals from the past congregated on Planet Ancient Emperor. The seething clouds erupted, creating blooms like flower blossoms that turned into canopies. Dazzling light illuminated the canopies with five auspicious colors. Golden dragons swirled in the air, inhaling and exhaling energy, which completely obscured the other chosen seeking enlightenment.1

The chosen, sensing what was happening, opened their eyes and looked in the direction of the dazzling light shooting toward the imperial palace. Everyone was bewildered.0

Ningyan was in the group, his eyes wide and his mind spinning. His gaze was focused on that dazzling light, and within it, The Emperor’s Sword. The sword was made of ancient bronze, had decorative patterns carved into it, and seemed completely domineering and overwhelming.0

It happened so suddenly that people didn’t really have a chance to react before the heaven-rending, earth-crushing Emperor’s Sword had arrived in front of the imperial palace. Without even a slight pause, the sword shot toward the group gathered there. The air shattered, and the palace trembled. Much of the palace crumbled, to the shock of everyone present.0

The majestic sword pulsed with the destiny aura of humankind, and contained something profoundly ancient. It...16