"Hmph! Back then on the Martial Path continent, you and I were rivals, each holding power in our own territories." Minis's eyes revealed complexity, "But now, Emperor, you've already left me far behind."
The higher the world, the more it values one's talent.
Unknowingly, those who were evenly matched back then, the Emperor has already gone far away.
"Indeed." The Emperor nodded, saying little more.
And they, who have long accumulated in the dry dark soil, after enduring hardships, have finally blossomed a flower.
Yet how long can this flower last?
To be glorious is also the time of withering.
Now they have finally reached the pinnacle, ruling an entire era, but what about the future?
Will they too, like the Dark Matter Alliance, the Rights Council, and Light Ancient God, ascend the cosmos only to be overthrown by those who come after, becoming one of the dynasties in the vast universe's history?
