Zhang Ziling stood in front of the Copper Cauldron, her expression calm as she stretched out her hands and gazed up at the sky, letting out a loud shout, "I, Zhang Ziling, inherit the mandate of heaven and earth, and connect with the hearts of all people, ascending to the position of Emperor. How can I not be favored by the heavens? How can I not absorb the imperial aura within this Immortal King Cauldron?"
Under the gaze of millions, a white dragon spiraled upwards from the Copper Cauldron, roaring mightily as it circled above Zhang Ziling's head.
Above her head appeared the Yin Yang Tai Chi Wheel, drawing the white dragon into it.
Below, there was silence, followed by a thunderous roar, "Long live the Emperor!"
"Long live the Emperor!"
"Long live the Emperor!"
"..."
Prime Minister Yao Chong stood dumbfounded in the crowd, his body weakening as he collapsed backward.
"This, how is this possible?"
In his panic, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
