Shenwu Continent, Daqian Dynasty. The third prince, Ye Wentian, was born with no bloodline and was a useless person. He was regarded as a royal disgrace by the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty and was left to fend for himself in the cold palace. No one knows that he awakened the [Mythic Sign-in System] and signed in next to a dry well and in a ruined temple day after day for ten years. Kunlun Sword Code, Nine Turns Golden Pill, Chi You Demon Bones... Countless mythical secrets were quietly collected by him.
After ten years of dormancy, no one cared. Until millions of barbarian cavalry in the northern border came to the gate, there was no one in the court, and the father was cowardly and wanted to send Ye Wentian's only sister to the barbarians for marriage in exchange for peace. In the Jinluan Palace, all the officials were silent, and my sister was weeping.
Outside the palace, in the direction of Leng Palace, a sword energy soared into the sky and tore through the clouds. A thin, pale young man sitting in a wheelchair was slowly pushed into the hall by the old eunuch.
He raised his eyes like a deep pool of ancient wells, glanced at the trembling emperor on the dragon throne, passed over the ashamed faces of civil and military officials in the court, and finally landed on his sister who was crying into tears. He raised a cold smile at the corner of his mouth:
"Father, when will I need a woman to replace my great power? If you can't sit firmly on this throne -"
Under the gaze of everyone, he slowly stood up from the wheelchair. Behind him, his energy and blood were like a dragon. In a trance, there seemed to be a phantom of the golden God Emperor looking down on the world from the nine heavens.
"——Why don't you take the seat instead?"
