After a long time, Liang Hui's tightly clenched palm opened.
The Little Tower stood quietly in his hand, its body enveloped in blue divine radiance, mysterious and gentle.
He turned around!
He looked toward Elder Huo behind him.
"Does this mighty artifact have a name?"
"It does not, please, Your Majesty, give it a name."
Liang Hui gazed at the Little Tower in his palm and spoke the name he had already thought of.
"From today on, it shall be called Cang Tower! To accompany my Divine Court in vanquishing the great enemies of all realms."
Cang, meaning pale or ashen, inherently carries a sense of killing and a piercing chill, perfectly suiting the upcoming battles that would stain the skies with blood.
"Cang Tower?"
The numerous powerful beings looked on with complex gazes at the Little Tower in the hands of the Divine Emperor, as if they saw gods and demons alike perishing under this tower.
"Congratulations to the Divine Emperor on obtaining this mighty artifact!"
