At dusk, Chu Mu once again walked past the awe-inspiring Supreme Throne.
As the setting sun took on a golden hue and gradually sank into the horizon, the entire World Throne appeared even more majestic and sacred. It was as if one was looking at a supreme kingdom crafted out of pure gold. Even stepping on that piece of land evoked a sense of inexplicable inner turmoil.
Before the setting sun disappeared, Chu Mu stood there alone, quietly admiring the supreme hall of glory.
"Fox Elder, if my father hadn't gone through that, could he have ascended to this throne?" Chu Mu asked casually.
