Deep within the divine families’ ancestral land, within a delicate pavilion, Long Aotian’s mother was carefully fiddling with something.

That something was a crown, whose body was made of sparkling gold. She was currently in the midst of embedding a strange divine gem inside.

“Aotian has reached the peak of the Saint realm. He’ll quickly become an Emperor, and on the day that he wears the crown of a Sovereign, the Martial Heaven Continent will be destroyed. I’ll have Aotian wear the crown that I personally crafted. Everyone will know he is the true king, and the spawn of that slut is nothing more than a stepping stone for my...