Supreme Heavenly Emperor Hall of Central Zenith.
A man, three meters tall, clad in a golden robe and trailing a cloak that was five to six meters long, stood on the palace balcony gazing into the distance.
This was...
the most powerful and perfect Supreme Chosen One of the Human Race in a millennium.
In his era, countless people struggled to breathe under his pressure, and just as many lived in his shadow, despairing and losing all spirit to contend with him.
However, over the lengthy years, even the Supreme Chosen One had his edges smoothed by the traces of time.
The absolute confidence, although still deeply hidden within, was no longer as overt as before; his face now bore the marks of maturity and stability.
He had learned how to think with his heart.
And not just...
resolve everything through force.
