Within the Divine Profound Dynasty, the royal family, dressed in neat formal attire, knelt solemnly in the square, as if engaged in a special welcoming ceremony.
Suddenly, a long rainbow streaked across the sky from afar and descended majestically.
The arrival was none other than a white-haired youth, who appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight but whose cold features betrayed the vicissitudes of time.
Indeed, he was one of the seven great kings of the Foreign Races, ranked alongside Godslayers.
"Greetings, King!"
Upon seeing this, all members of the Divine Profound Dynasty prostrated themselves, performing the utmost respectful ritual.
"Rise!" the Foreign Races' King said indifferently.
"Thank you, King!" The royals stood up, and a middle-aged man stepped forward to report, "My King, tomorrow's ceremony has been properly arranged. We will ensure that Taichu does not return!"