Rumble—rumble—rumble!
The dragon's head entered the Eastern Starfield, swiftly dominating the vast expanse.
Its body stretched endlessly, crossing world after world and the Sea of Chaos, yet the tail remained unseen.
A single sweep of its wing crushed the Primordial World, sending its inhabitants into sheer terror!
Even the dragon's head alone would likely not fit within several Celestial Light God Realms.
Yet the gathered elites gazed solemnly at the stars.
Above the dragon's head stood a towering, immortal figure!
Wearing the Crown of the Worlds and clad in a black imperial robe,
he rested one hand on the hilt of his sword, eyes fixed on the distant horizon.
Several rivers of stars, spanning the chaos, undulated beside him.
"That… that's His Holy Majesty, the Saint Emperor!"
A quasi-Empyrean Sanctum elite, upon seeing the figure clearly, immediately knelt in reverence.
The denizens of the Primordial World likewise bowed in unison.
"Long live His Majesty—eternal!"
