The tall building housing the conference hall dissolved under the scorching heat, revealing the scene outside.
A figure wearing the Crown of the Blazing Sun and a Fiery Sun Robe levitated in mid-air, looking down upon everything in the conference room like a god or a divine being.
A severed arm, a high-rise building, a scorching sun, a crown.
Blinding, powerful, suffocating, terrifying.
It carried an apocalyptic weight, a sense of power that humanity could not possibly resist.
This image was not only seared into the eyes of Zhou Qian, the East District Guardian, but was also broadcast across the screens of all attendees through the conference hall's surviving projection system.
In an instant, all one hundred attendees shot up from their seats, their expressions turning grim.
"The Crown of the Blazing Sun... That is the Ancestral Incarnation of Ancestral Hong, the Tyrant Progenitor of the Far East. He actually passed through the 'boundary' I set up without a sound..."
