The blood of the imperial family was immortal. It didn’t lose the red energy despite being diluted from being split up again and again. There was one of the reasons why the founder of the empire, Saharan, was worshipped as a divine being He built up a millennial empire and left an immutable lineage. The empire recorded it as a myth, not history. He was the founding god. 

“Saharan... Haicyen Saharan?” 

Lauel doubted his eyes. 

The tall man in antique clothes—Lauel was terribly familiar with this face, as well as the name. It was a face that had been seen many times in paintings and statues, or heard in oral traditions. 

The words ‘imperial summoning circle’ passed through Lauel’s astonished mind. It was a magic that had been handed down from generation to generation and only the emperor had the authority to invoke it. Basara explained that it was a last resort to save the empire in crisis. 

“You dare to put this emperor’s name in your mouth. It is a very distant future, but the original laws and regulations have collapsed.” 

The last doubts were lifted. Even before the dukes sent him a hint, Lauel immediately knelt down and bowed his head. “I greet the founder of the great empire.” 

“I should be the great founder of the empire.” 

Saharan’s long red hair fluttered as he started...