Endless starry sky, at the highest peak of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, an unparalleled Emperor's Throne stretched across the heavens, and Ye Chen was seated upon it.
But that was a future version of himself; although he appeared very young, in his twenties, his deep eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of eternal times, far older than his appearance suggested.
Yet time could no longer leave the slightest mark on him. He was too powerful, unmatched in all the world, dazzling throughout the ages, as if forever fixed in this moment of youth, still radiating with heroic stature, his black hair cascading like a waterfall, peerless under heaven.
Seated on the Emperor's Throne, he was the Heavenly God above all, majestic and unparalleled, gazing upon the vast expanse of the starry sky, soaring above all the mortal world.
All spirits were to submit, to kneel, to offer worship.
He was the one and only Supreme.
Was this truly him in the future?
