"The succession ceremony begins."
Within the Prince Mansion, drums and music resounded all at once.
In the martial grounds outside the hall, over a thousand elite household soldiers formed ranks, striking their weapons to produce a sound of slaughter and battle.
Within the joyful atmosphere, there was a subtle sense of the clashing of golden armor and galloping warhorses.
The Heavenly Martial King, honored by his title and renowned for building his legacy through warfare, had fought a hundred thousand battles during his lifetime. Now ninety-eight years old, he could undoubtedly be considered long-lived.
This event, inviting esteemed guests to witness his succession ceremony, served both as a retrospective boasting of the glory accumulated during his life of battles and as his farewell to this world.
In this world, there are no Immortals; living to around one hundred years already counts as longevity.