The terrifying pressure of the Light Ancient God resonated with the voice, striking deep into everyone's hearts, making them feel the dread of this monster.
Calculating everything.
Manipulating the world.
"Fortunately, I was able to traverse, changing that dreadful defeat."
The Holy Dragon was silent for a moment and then gravely said to the people around, "Otherwise, we would be the greatest sinners among the Human Race in history! Future generations would curse us as traitors who turned to the Celestial Dao!"
"Thus, the Human Race would have no dignity left. After the Human Emperor, all are Emperors, mandated by heaven, enjoying eternal prosperity... The era of the Emperor has arrived, blooming with flowers."
The Emperor beside was utterly silent.
What does it mean that the era of the Emperor should bloom with flowers?
He didn't want any of it!
