Translator: Aran

  It was an extremely realistic projection.

  A middle-aged man wearing golden armour and had a golden crown, looking like the very picture of an emperor.

  The first instant Ye Qingyu saw the projection, it was as if it had come to life. An indescribable aura of pressure and majesty was emitted from this projection, as if the sky was cracking and falling. As if he was an ant facing a dragon.

  The glimmering golden armour, the crown surrounding him, th..