The Son of Heaven accepted the scroll, and he gently opened it. With his powerful cultivation, he was able to sense that in this scroll, he would find nothing good, and yet he still opened it. With his power, the emperor had no reason to fear anything between heaven and earth. He was sure that unless a shaman god descended, there was no need for him to place anything above him and his will.
The moment he opened the scroll, the emperor stopped moving. He stared at the scroll as though it was the beginning and the end of all things, including him and everything he held dear. In this moment in time, the First Emperor, a man who had lived for hundreds of millions of years and had plans to live through countless epochs, felt his blood go cold and his soul shudder with fear at the majesty of this world.
