That man sat upon an imperial throne.
Youthful yet domineering, the man was ensnared by countless currents of vital energy. Always, he emanated absolute authority, as if he was the eternal protagonist, and no one else's presence could rival his radiance.
Emperor of the Divine Martial Empire!
What filled them with dread was the Purple Demon Book, bowing respectfully beside him with its crowned head lowered, its back hunched.
In other cosmic-level empires, even the Celestial Gods would not show such deference to a king, as the Purple Demon Book did.
After all, each of them was just as proud and long-lived as the earth and the heavens.
"Greetings, Emperor of the Divine Martial Empire!"
This group of individuals immediately bowed in greeting. The bellicose words they had prepared beforehand instantly vanished. In the face of this oppressive entity, they didn't know what to say.
