Back at the Great Qin Village, a massive amount of Fate streamed into Zhao Fu’s body, making his Emperor’s aura seem even more dignified and awe-imposing. Standing there, he seemed to give off airs that would make even gods retreat before him.
“We pay our respects to our King!” the Great Qin subjects, regardless of which race they were, knelt down and shouted out.
As the massive amount of Fate flooded into Zhao Fu, Zhao Fu’s Fate Dragon next to him became completely corporeal, and it was almost 100 meters long as it coiled around the Heaven Prayer Platform. It gave off a terrifying aura, making it so that no one dared to raise his or her head.
At this moment, the black light descending from the sky gradually weakened until it disappeared. However, the abnormal sign in the sky did not disappear, and countless golden rays of light shot out from the center of the massive black whirlpool, covering Zhao Fu’s body.