Emperor Yi stood silently in the void, the once pitch-black armor long gone, revealing his true form. Dressed in a dark robe, he exuded an air of lofty elegance with a stern and indescribably compelling aura.
Especially those deep and indifferent eyes, still retaining the majesty of ruling the Ten Thousand Realms, as if within their open and close lay the rise and fall of suns and moons, the collapse of star rivers.
Jing Qiu felt that even though this one had long lost the imperial throne, he still overlooked everything in the human world.
No love or hate existed, only an all-encompassing perception of all things as one, with Only Me supreme overlooking them.
"I have been searching for you for a long time."
Jing Qiu gazed at this past Heavenly Emperor.
If the Sea of Realms was truly led by the Heavenly Court a century ago, then this person before him was the Supreme existence that once dominated an era.
Even the strongest of the Great Ancestors would bow down upon seeing him!
