"Emperor Xia?"
The Artifact Spirit took a deep breath, assuming the perspective of its master, "Actually, I don't know much. When I met Emperor Xia, he was already standing at a great height."
Emperor Xia, indeed, guided the civilizations of a vast star region back then.
He was invincible.
Omniscient.
Omnipotent.
He seemed to embody wisdom; there appeared to be nothing in the world that he did not know.
To this day, the Artifact Spirit cannot forget those eyes.
It's hard to describe the depth and brilliance within those eyes, sitting on the throne as if containing endless time and years, filled with unimaginable wisdom.
He explored star after star, walked through the galaxy, amidst yellow sand and rocks, searching for traces of life, seeking other beings in the endless black silence.
"To the next future."
He was always sealed in the ancient Sun Palace.
