Faced with absolute power.
—To submit.
The wind made the dark imperial robes flutter, and Shen Mo coldly looked at the submissive crowd below. This scene unconsciously reminded him of when he ascended the throne a long time ago.
It was a different kind of dusk than today, and he stood here just like that, looking down at the officials below and gazing at the vast land.
The only difference is that he is no longer alone now.
Shen Mo turned around, his once deep and cold eyes now filled with tender affection, like the first snowflakes meeting the sun.
"The auspicious time has arrived—"
The official's voice trailed off, like a long, drawn-out bell, or like the vast expanse of time.
Now, Shen Mo's eyes were only on Qin Moyu, who was slowly walking towards him.
The elaborate clothing she wore was heavier than she had imagined, and Qin Moyu walked very slowly for fear of stepping on the long hems of her clothes.
The wind ruffled the stray hairs that fell across his face, like a lover brushing past his ear, gentle yet passionate.
The person stood not far away, not urging him, but looking at him gently.
For some reason, her heart started to beat faster. Even though Shen Mo hadn't said anything, Qin Moyu could read a thousand words in his eyes.
The moment Qin Moyu and Shen Mo clasped hands, the voice of the master of ceremonies came from below the stage.
"play music--"
The bronze chimes played solemn and beautiful music, ancient sacrificial songs that resonated in the present moment, carrying the weight of history and the dust of time.
Shen Mo held Qin Moyu's hand and slowly said, "My name is Shen Mo. I was born in the Southern Kingdom and am of royal blood. I am the current emperor."
"Now the four continents each submit to the South, and now, under your witness..."
Although Qin Moyu could still see a calm and peaceful sky, he felt immense pressure.
It was as if unseen eyes were watching the two of them from the shadows, and undercurrents were swirling within them.
Suddenly, Shen Mo shouted loudly:
"I shall be the ruler of the four continents, with the world bowing down and all people revering me!"
In an instant, the world fell silent.
"The ruler of the four continents"—what an astonishing statement! Qin Moyu witnessed the drifting clouds momentarily freeze in shock.
The brief silence was like the damp, earthy smell of the air before a storm. Huge thunderclouds gathered overhead, their flashing silver light seeming to warn Shen Mo, who had uttered those words.
Why did the ancients revere heaven and earth?
—Because heaven and earth nurture all things, the majesty of the Great Dao's rules cannot tolerate the slightest mockery. As long as one lives in this world, no living being can escape this innate suppression.
Like a mouse encountering a cat, like a fish out of water, like grass separated from the sun, how many people throughout history have stood openly under the sky to question heaven and earth and demand a name from them?
Qin Moyu could feel the pressure Shen Mo was under as he gripped Shen Mo's hand closer and closer, but he was never worried that Shen Mo would fail.
—Because what Shen Mo said is true!
He was indeed of Southern blood, the emperor of the Southern Kingdom, and the object of submission for the powers of the four continents.
Regardless of how the rules tried to find clues that he was deceiving himself, Shen Mo had already had the flags of the Southern Kingdom planted in various continents and regions. The fluttering flags and the kneeling spectators below all indicated that the continents had submitted to the Southern Kingdom.
then--
Qin Moyu saw the corners of Shen Mo's lips slightly upturned.
"Look."
Shen Mo turned his head and met Qin Moyu's gaze. His originally deep, dark eyes turned into a dazzling gold, exuding an air of unparalleled nobility.
"This is the gift I want to give you."
Qin Moyu seemed to sense something. He turned his head and saw the dazzling golden threads flying out from all over the four continents, weaving a large net in the azure sky.
—And this vast network is in Shen Mo's hands.
Chapter 88. Departure from the Frigid Lands of the Pre-War Dynasty! ...
Xu Zhang is the head of a mid-tier sect in Xizhou. With his talent, he has reached the limit of his cultivation. However, he is unwilling to stop there, so he always tries to curry favor with people from powerful forces, hoping that they might have some rare treasures that can help him break through.
However, he always struggled to make connections, so after hearing that the Southern Kingdom was attending the ceremony, he went to great lengths to follow them, just in order to make a name for himself in front of them.
The world is changing too fast these days. First, the Demon Lord emerged and unified the Western Continent, and then the Abyss Lands erupted in chaos. So, Xu Zhang didn't even understand why he came to attend the ceremony, but he had his eye on Mo Jin.
He knew Mo Jin's identity. If he could get along well with him, wouldn't breaking through be a piece of cake for him?
Until the ceremony began, he was still racking his brains trying to figure out how to talk to Mo Jin.
Mo Jin, unusually, wasn't carrying his heavy sword. He just crossed his arms and looked around, deeply regretting that he had arrived just in time. Otherwise, he wouldn't have even had time to find Qin Moyu.
I wonder how Shen Yebai is doing. I haven't heard from him in a long time. If he's dead, will he have another chance to pursue Qin Moyu?
Although Shen Yebai was very strong, he believed that as long as he continued to cultivate diligently, he would defeat him sooner or later, and Qin Moyu would definitely look at him with new respect.