"Your Majesty, you put an end to the revival of Guixu and led humanity to dominate the stars. What do you think about people calling you the 'Guardian Deity of the Mortal World'?"
Facing the reporter's camera, Jiang Yan stood with his hands in the pockets of his black hoodie. A dazzling smile played across his handsome face.
"Well, I look at it standing up, of course."
"Uh, all right. There's also a rumor that you're a 'Jiahao.' How would you respond to that?"
"How can you call the affairs of the strong 'Jiahao'? All I can say is that they don't understand my loneliness."
Jiang Yan covered his face with one hand, looking heartbroken at being misunderstood. "And what about..."
The reporter tried to continue, but Jiang Yan stopped him and the camera panned away. A shadow descended from the heavens.
A figure, godlike and demonic, reached in from beyond the sky. It stood ten thousand zhang tall, its aura terrifying, its enormous eyes looking down on the planet.
The stars over the mortal realm fell into chaos, and the mountains and rivers trembled.
Jiang Yan drew his sword and shot into the sky, raising a finger toward the terrifying figure. "Shh, don't make a fuss. They're interviewing me. Isn't it rude to barge in and cause a disturbance?"
Then, with a single sword strike, he annihilated it. With a wave of his hand, the stars returned to their places. The people cheered wildly, praising Jiang Yan as "Your Majesty." The pinnacle of swagger, looking down on the world.
With me, Jiang Yan, the heavens are here!
