Standing there in the glory, Ye Futian had no idea what happened. Inside his body, the rumbling blood turned into gold. There seemed to be the golden figure of an emperor. This figure was very vague. He was unable to see his face clearly and only sensed his unique temperament, noble and mighty. The endless light of the emperor broke out from here to envelop his body. That figure seemed to be moving in his body, coming closer and closer to his mind. The temperament grew stronger and stronger. Ye Futian wanted to see his face clearly but still couldn't. He wondered who had left the emperor's intent in his body.
Did this have anything to do with his birth?
