"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince is seeking an audience."
At this moment, a cultivator with a golden body came from outside the palace, shouting loudly.
Emperor Yuan said indifferently: "Let him in!"
It wasn't long before.
"Father."
A young man wearing an imperial robe and a purple-golden crown walked in leisurely.
His voice arrived before he did.
His face wore a small smile.
He glanced at the civil and military officials in the hall.
Quite pleased with himself.
Just as a king surveys his subjects.
Behind the man, a mysterious Dao Palace shadow rose to the heavens.
Between the intake and exhale of the Dao Palace, thousands of strands of purple immortal radiance descended.
They converged into a hundred-foot-long Golden Dragon, enveloping the man within.
Lending his every move an unparalleled domineering aura.
"Father!"
The man was indeed the Crown Prince, after he arrived in front of Emperor Yuan, he bowed again.