Han Muye held the identity token given to him by Murong Zheng in his hand, and the golden majestic aura merged with the spiritual energy, forming a golden silhouette.
With a heavenly jade crown on his head, wearing a golden robe, and a sword at his waist, he gazed straight ahead.
When the phantom appeared, the entire Left Imperial Capital shook, and countless divine sense power gathered.
Xia Zhenhu and others bowed and clasped their fists, and the tiger silhouette formed by the convergence of a thousand soldiers slowly lowered its head.
"Now what?"
"I want to open the Imperial Medicine Garden. Do you agree?"
Han Muye looked ahead and said calmly.
The spiritual light in the light formation of the Imperial Medicine Garden flickered, indicating the surging power of the great demons within.
"The return of the Divine Emperor, Your Majesty, it's Your Majesty…" Some voices were filled with endless nostalgia and sighed.
