Time flowed endlessly.
In the blink of an eye, a millennium passed.
The human race,
ancestral land,
Martial God Palace.
"Master,"
"I am sorry, I have failed your expectations and could not attain the throne of the Human Sovereign," Emperor Xin said with a dejected expression.
Selected by the sages of the human race at a young age and entrusted with heavy responsibilities, he had also become a disciple of the Martial Ancestor and received his teachings, making Emperor Xin extremely proud.
He harbored a grand ambition:
to complete the dream that past monarchs had always yearned to fulfill, and become the ninth Human Sovereign following the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.
Emperor Xin had always been very confident.
Because the Conferment of Gods Tribulation was both a crisis and an opportunity, as long as he could lead Great Shang through this ordeal and achieve great accomplishments, there was a high probability he would attain the status of Human Sovereign.
However,
Emperor Xin failed in the end.
Luoxuan sighed softly:
"You foolish child!"
"The matter of the Human Sovereign could never be forced, and the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors also emerged in response to the times. You have already done very well; if not for the final backlash of the Heavenly Dao and the shattering of the Great Wilderness, you would not have failed."
"No one could have foreseen such an event, so you need not blame yourself. Our human race is not lacking a Human Sovereign today."
Under Luoxuan…
Chapter 295