But simply by sitting there, he exuded a supreme majesty that made Heaven and Earth submit and all creation bow down. With his eyes closed, he slumbered—just like the ancient city, the long street, and this world that had been sealed away for eons.
Qi Yun stood just inside the palace doors, not stepping forward. He quietly gazed at the figure, taking in the black imperial robe, the Heaven-Peace Crown, and the Ancient Sword resting across his knees. The entire body of the sword circulated a Sword Intent identical in origin to those four large characters—ancient, pure, and domineering.
"Your Majesty's Celestial Emperor's Sword," the Mountain and River Cauldron's voice echoed. "It is still here. Your Majesty... is also still here."
Qi Yun remained silent for a moment. He stepped forward, walked up to the stone platform, and cupped his hands in a respectful bow toward the slumbering figure.
"This junior, Qi Yun, greets Your Majesty."
