Ji Zhaoyang, unaffected and fearless, proclaimed loudly,
"I am Great Yin's 3rd Prince, graced by the favor of humanity's fate.
Punishment cannot be inflicted upon me; only the Mortal Emperor and the Mortal Path can discipline me."
The moment his words fell, the visible humanity's fate burst forth from Ji Zhaoyang, and in the sky above the Imperial City, a portion of humanity's fate seemed to slip from the Mortal Emperor's control, forming a golden dragon that coiled around Ji Zhaoyang.
The python patterns on the Prince's royal attire began to transform before the golden dragon of fate, becoming a majestic four-clawed golden dragon, its imposing aura forcing the four armored soldiers to kneel subconsciously and worship Ji Zhaoyang.
"Mortal Path's Favor! This is Mortal Path's Favor!"
An elderly minister couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment.
