The golden decree, radiant and dazzling, stretched across the sky. It was colossal, flowing with radiant golden light, breathtakingly resplendent. Every citizen of Shi City could see it. Accompanied by thunderous proclamations, the decree conveyed the imperial succession to Shi Hao, its words roaring like thunder, vibrating through heaven and earth, echoing in the ears of the people.
“It’s the Stone Emperor, proclaiming with a voice like thunder, personally issuing his decree, leaving a mark, visible beneath the clear sky!” Murmurs of astonishment rippled through the crowd.
Within the imperial capital, many commoners knelt in reverence, for the Human Emperor was godlike in their hearts, and seeing the decree was as good as beholding the Emperor himself. With rumbling echoes, the decree grew increasingly brilliant, exuding hidden arcane power.
“Shi Hao is the new Emperor!” Someone cried, like a bolt of lightning reverberating through the city. Skyward, the decree became even more dazzling, its golden scroll steaming with dragon essence, translucent and brilliant, piercing through the nine heavenly layers.
“Long live the Human Emperor! A thousand years, ten thousand years!” People chorused in worship, paying homage to the former Emperor while calling upon the new one. It was a mighty chorus, resounding through heaven and earth, shaking the very souls of mortals and immortals alike. Even powerful cultivators changed expressions, for this was the mystical power of the collective mind, resonating together with immense strength.
Each individual possessed infinite potential; once their physical treasures were unlocked, they would erupt with boundless divine power, enabling them to become great cultivators. Although ordinary people had not yet awakened this potential, through speech and spiritual resonance, they could transform into sacred arcane energy.
Now, in the vast open sky, one could see divine forces converging into Shi Hao’s body, augmenting him with regal dragon essence pillars and more.
This was the result of the citizens of the Imperial Capital resonating with the decree, invoking his name and bearing the fortune of heaven and earth. Sitting high on the Imperial Throne, Shi Hao received this mystical power.
Of course, he did not draw it inside himself but allowed it to envelop his body, safeguarding him externally. This was part of the nation’s fortune, protecting him from falling into calamity. Upon him, the Human Emperor’s Imperial Seal resonated, and more arcane energies flowed in, enhancing his might.
For a moment, Shi Hao appeared unfathomable, shrouded within a hazy glow.
Before the Central Celestial Palace, the Kings trembled inwardly. This was merely the beginning, yet Xiao Shi had already shown such extraordinary phenomena—truly the destined one to inherit the Human Emperor’s mantle? The fate of the land now converged upon him alone.
Elite sects from the Three Teachings gathered; many stood outside the Celestial Palace, aiming to trap and kill Shi Hao. Upon witnessing this spectacle, their expressions darkened.
Especially certain elders possessing special spiritual eyes, now opened their inner vision, observing intently. They gasped in shock, their spines tingling.
“Divine dragons descend, encircling his body and chanting—it really is the mark of a Human Emperor?” an elder couldn’t help but exclaim.
Although attaining the Celestial Eye was rare, many masters had already awakened their Spiritual Eyes. Upon hearing this, they focused their attention, their expressions instantly changing.
Within the Central Celestial Palace, atop the supreme throne, Shi Hao remained unmoving, as if seated there since ancient times, exuding calm and composure. His eyes gleamed coldly, scanning the crowd.
Coiling around him were one heavenly dragon after another, thick and enormous, filling the space, roaring proudly.
Ten thousand streams of dragon essence, surging with imperial power, converged upon a single youth, manifesting the grand bearing of a Human Emperor, leaving everyone in awe and trembling.
“Shi Hao, how dare you forcefully ascend the throne of the Human Emperor and deceive the world? You are but a usurper!” A senior from the Heaven-Mending Sect cried fiercely, knowing the situation was dire. If this continued, this new Emperor would be recognized as legitimate. Most importantly, the imperial dragon essence surrounding the youth was intensifying. He wished to interrupt this transformation.
Yet no matter how loudly he shouted, his voice, though thunderous, could not penetrate the resplendent golden decree descending from the sky.
“Fellow brethren, what are we waiting for? This is rebellion—this man forcefully seizing the Human Emperor’s throne! We must not allow him to do this!” Around the elder, others joined in, shouting loudly.
They must intervene before Shi Hao became recognized as the true successor. Otherwise, he would become an unpredictable element—youthful and triumphant, surpassing all in might, unwilling to bow to any power. This was not the kind of ruler the great sects from beyond the land wished for.
Upon the supreme throne in the Central Celestial Palace, Shi Hao’s gaze grew even colder as he gazed down, like a Sovereign Ruler of the Heavens, and uttered coldly, “Mere jesters.”
His voice, like thunder, shook the entire palace, accompanied by surging dragon essence. Every golden hall trembled, as if a Heavenly Deity had descended to proclaim divine truth.
Though only a few words, it struck like a thundergod’s hammer upon their hearts, igniting anger mingled with fear.
“Seize him! He is a rebel unfit to be the Human Emperor—kill him!” The elder and his allies roared in unison.
“Hmph!” Shi Hao remained seated, only raising a single hand and pressing forward. The imperial dragon essence erupted, shaking heaven and earth, sending tremors through everyone present.
With a resonant hum, his hand grew immense, encircled by coils of divine dragons, passing through sacred arrays, like a descending heavenly cloud, enveloping them in overwhelming might.
“Fall back!” screamed the elder, realizing the immense ferocity of this hand, aimed directly at them. They unleashed their most potent techniques, invoking sacred treasures, their auras flaring with multicolored runes.
Yet all felt a crushing aura and scrambled to flee. Still, the hand was astonishing—emitting earth-yellow pillars, its ripples like tidal waves, accompanied by dragon roars, engulfing them all.
“Boom!”
With the elder at the forefront, over a dozen cried out in agony, faces drained of color, engulfed beneath that mighty hand. Their artifacts cracked, their techniques collapsed, and their bodies trembled violently.
Yu Chan, Qin Lun, Zhang Liu, and other prodigious experts wished to intervene, but it was too fast—celestial dragons roaring, the hand blotting out the sky, instantly suppressing them.
“Spurt!” “Spurt!”
With blood splattering, their bodies ruptured like shattered artifacts, disintegrating in midair, their final cries silenced, leaving only streaks of crimson mist.
All who had spoken out were dead—not a single soul remained! The colossal hand vanished, and imperial dragon essence flared again.
Within the Central Celestial Palace, Shi Hao remained like an unshakable mountain, sitting composed, his eyes deep, overlooking the crowd.
Everyone shivered involuntarily. Was this the new Emperor? No sooner had he ascended than auspicious fortune enveloped him, harmonizing with the palace, his Dao might overwhelming.
It was the “Momentum”—guided by it, it seemed like an unfathomable, cosmic force, simple in action but producing devastating consequences.
“Did his earth-yellow hand penetrate the sacred arrays? Has he already established resonance with the Celestial Palace?” the Kings pondered, alarmed. The young master had been recognized by the imperial dragon essence and ascended successfully—many felt uneasy.
Their hearts stirred. Xiao Shi stood alone in the Imperial Capital, succeeding to the throne. Truly terrifying—was he alone to defy them all?
“Brother Shi is extraordinary, calmly seizing the ultimate treasure, truly admirable. Yet… today the grand situation has already formed. How far can you go? Even with today’s coronation, how long will you remain enthroned?” Yu Chan spoke gently.
Her eyes were as beautiful as paintings, her lips bright red, her snowy teeth lustrous, her beauty divine.
Seated high, Shi Hao remained calm and steady, his demeanor making everyone solemn. So young, yet he already exuded a mighty majesty.
His eyes flickered with shifting visions as he contemplated this dragon essence surrounding his body, the imperial favor resting upon him. This arcane energy moved freely—not cultivation-based but a cosmic station, a “Momentum.”
“Human Emperor…” Shi Hao murmured, his figure wrapped in mist, more mysterious than ever, his eyes glowing with seven-colored brilliance.
Then he fixed his gaze upon Yu Chan and said, “What is this ‘momentum’ you speak of? Do you even grasp it? You dare judge heaven and earth. You have beauty—yet stick to wifely duties. Be dutiful.”
The crowd was stunned. Was this truly Xiao Shi speaking? Unyielding, directly criticizing a saintly daughter of a supreme sect.
This was a clear act of condescension—an assertion of dominance.
A youth yet behaving as the Sovereign of the world, speaking to one of the most revered celestial maidens in such tones, leaving everyone speechless.
Shi Chong stood silently, his mouth opening and closing, glancing from Shi Hao to the white-robed immortal, eventually saying nothing.
Yu Chan’s expression remained calm and holy, radiating serenity, showing no sign of anger. Finally, a faint smile graced her face, making flowers pale in comparison, even eclipsing sun and moon.
“Brother Shi, sharp-tongued indeed. But do such words accomplish anything?” Her radiant face shimmered, lips curving into a bright smile.
“They do. I only meant to let you know—I’m short of a handmaiden,” Shi Hao replied.
The crowd was astonished again. He exuded such majesty, yet suddenly spoke in such an uncharacteristically flippant way, conflicting with his previously solemn and imperial bearing.
“Hahahaha!”
Outside the Celestial Hall, War King laughed heartily, his martial aura overpowering. “Indeed! What are these foreign sects but obstacles? Do they truly think they can control everything and dominate our race? A true Emperor must have such boldness! So what if she’s a sect’s immortal maiden? Capture her as a maid—that’s the proper majesty of our race, the true might of a Human Emperor!”
Stunned silence gripped the onlookers.
Yu Chan remained tranquil, her sacred aura unbroken, her body glowing with a soft, pure light, utterly untouched by worldly concerns.
Yet the elders by her side frowned, their expressions dark. Even elders from sects such as Nether Immortal Mountain and the Western Sect looked displeased, their gazes icy.
“We came here to uphold justice and will never allow you to usurp the throne. A false Emperor like you has no right to inherit the true lineage,” they declared.
Shi Hao remained calm, not the slightest fluctuation in his expression. His gaze was unfathomably deep, his eyes swirling with cosmic brilliance, as if the sun, moon, and stars revolved within.
“Do you still have faces to lose?” His cold voice rang from atop the throne, addressing the three sects. “Is the Shi Kingdom’s palace some playground for outsiders? Speak no more of the Imperial Throne and celestial mandate—what have you to do with it? Whoever dares to oppose our nation’s fortune—will be crushed!”
At that moment, the golden decree in the heavens resonated with Shi Hao, the words “Pass the throne to Shi Hao” thundering through the city as every soul in Shi City knelt, shouting in unison.
“Long live the Human Emperor!”
Empowered further, divine dragons swirled once more around Shi Hao, his aura intensifying. He gazed coldly at all present, as if fusing with the cosmic order itself, prepared to suppress all opposing forces.
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