All eight planets of the empire were in mourning. Even though everyone knew the King's death was inevitable, the news still caught them by surprise. The air was heavy with anxiety and sadness.
Elders from various powers and the eight supreme clans were restless.
"The King has finally died," said a powerful figure from the city.
"A storm is coming. Afterward, a new era will descend upon the entire empire," remarked another cultivator, with a glint of excitement in their eyes.
This was a divine opportunity. The empire was now like a headless dragon, which meant chaos, changes, and, for some, great chances for a rise to power.
Various clans and ancient sects were awakened by the news, all feeling the same frenzy. For three generations, they endured the King's tyranny, choosing to remain silent, but now the tides had turned.
