As Jiang Wang spoke, the "Royal Authority Charter" concealed in his bosom suddenly flew out. A fiery red light flowed on the Charter as if it had a mind of its own, already drifting into that patch of milky white radiance ahead of him.
A grand yet monotonous voice resonated above the chessboard of life and death.
"The strife of a hundred tribes, now draws to a close."
"The power of the totem, begins this new chapter."
"Royal Totem descends upon the Qinghuo Tribe."
"The Qinghuo Division, to hold the royal authority of the Floating Land for a century!"
This voice was devoid of emotion, seemingly a manifestation of some rule inherent to the chessboard of life and death itself.
Meanwhile, all the patterns on the stone steles around the chessboard had disappeared, replaced by the contents of the "Royal Authority Charter."
