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Lu Yao brought with him 20 million tons of rice that cascaded downward, most of it falling onto the square in front of Chengtian Gate, forming a heap taller than even the Imperial City.
The part that scattered over the heads of the crowd only caused a minor commotion.
Seeing that the auspicious hour had arrived, Zhang Wenda led the ceremony onward to the next phase.
He stepped forward, took a deep breath, and bellowed:
[Silence!! Welcome His Majesty's entrance into the Forbidden City!!]
This roar was like a thunderclap on a clear day, creating visible sound waves that shot forth!
Fortunately, those near Chengtian Gate were martial artists of the Blood-Exchange Realm or higher, otherwise some would have been seriously injured.
The commoners who were collecting rice in the distance instantly snapped to attention.
The fear of top-tier martial artists, embedded in their genes through thousands of years, quelled their greed at this moment, and the scene quickly grew quiet.
