Within the depths of the Imperial Palace.
Di Hong Palace.
The vast hall was empty, shrouded in ignorant darkness, and an unspeakably terrifying pressure enveloped the entire hall.
Above the Imperial Platform.
The man adorned in a Mysterious Robe and Crown, with a five-colored diadem upon his head, gazed silently at the Divine Emperor's Throne. Beneath the lightly swaying nine strands of the diadem were eyes indifferent as the heavens, and on his exceedingly handsome face, there was not the slightest ripple of emotion.
The Crown Prince stood still atop the dimly lit hall, like a lifelike statue.
"Stop looking; you can't bear it."
Suddenly, a gentle male voice echoed through the hall.
Below the Imperial Platform, a wheelchair appeared, on which sat a young and handsome man with prematurely white hair, looking somewhat frail and sickly.
Compared with the Crown Prince's terrifying pressure, his ordinary and insignificant breath, like that of a mortal, was so inconspicuous.
