Time flows like water, years fly like a shuttle.
In the blink of an eye, decades have passed.
Fang Xing still appears as a young person, tall and handsome.
But at this moment, he is dressed in ceremonial attire, his presence steady like a mountain.
He stands on an altar.
This altar is entirely white, and very high.
In front of Fang Xing, there are nine huge bronze tripods.
"Today... Fang Xing hereby declares to the Divine, to establish Da Xia..."
Fang Xing's voice thundered, resonating throughout, clearly heard by the twelve princes of Da Xia, three hundred generals, and tens of thousands of martial artists.
After decades of battles north and south, with the spread of feudal technology and 'Primordial Martial', the original small tribe has continuously expanded into a 'dynasty'.
And the original youth 'Fang Xing' has grown into a true emperor!
