The immense power on display caused everyone to tremble.

Deep within the spatial nexus in the middle of the altar, a beam of divine light appeared, revealing a tall, strapping figure. He seemed capable of propping up the sky, crushing the land and sea, and causing all living entities to prostrate in terror. Of course, he was the Crown Prince.

The emperor looked profoundly embarrassed. He was supposed to be the leader of all the lands, the emperor of a sprawling dynasty, a ruler who had held sway for thousands of years. And yet, in the face of the Crown Prince, he was weak.

As an emperor, he should have innately been able to consolidate the destinies of everyone who lived under his rule. It was no fiction. It was the result of the true power of will, and was something every citizen in the empire was aware of. As the years passed, the Sage Ancestor Dynasty would mysteriously gather that destiny, and imbue it into true imperial energy. After all, he was the ‘Son of Heaven’. It was nothing to be taken lightly.

It was a power that was on par with that of pure faith.

Unfortunately, the Crown Prince was now stronger than the grand destiny of the imperial dynasty. And it was hard to say exactly how that had come to be. Obviously, his strength...