He slowly rose to his feet, his gaze seeming to pierce through the top of the tower, looking toward that sacred place located outside the material Cosmos, a place the human eye could never observe—Terra, the Golden Throne.
"The Emperor, seated upon the Golden Throne, has not wavered for hundreds of millions of years."
Yu Han's voice carried a reverence that stemmed from the very depths of his soul. "He burns his own soul, unleashing his Supreme Power, not merely to illuminate the routes through Subspace.
His true purpose was to use his power alone to forcibly carve out a domain belonging exclusively to our Human Race from within that chaotic, foul Sea of Spirit filled with Evil Gods and demons—the Subspace Pure Land!
A full half of Subspace was seized by the Emperor's mighty power. Every moment, he resists the assaults of countless gods…"
"Within this pure land, the Emperor's Mighty Power is omnipresent, like sunlight shining down, dispelling all gloom.
