Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

After passing through the last section of the star path, the scene ahead made Chen Changsheng stop involuntarily.

An ancient star hangs in the center of the starry sky, its entire body shrouded in a warm and noble purple-gold halo, which flows slowly as if it were alive.

Around the celestial body, countless laws appeared and disappeared, intertwining to form a magnificent yet tranquil star rainbow, like a submissive ribbon guarding its monarch.

A vast, ancient, and supreme aura permeated the air, causing people to tremble and feel a deep sense of awe, even from a great distance.

The starry sky was bustling with activity, with countless streams of light converging from all directions, and ancient chariots traversing the void.

Magnificent ships pierced through the starry mist, but even more were cultivators riding divine rainbows.

They were of different races and their auras varied in strength, but most of them wore a similar solemnity and piety on their faces.

Like attending a sacred ceremony, they descended in an orderly fashion towards that ancient, purple-gold star.

Pilgrims come here to worship at all times.

Pilgrims, devout and sincere, come from all directions, solely to pay homage to the Heavenly Emperor!

Chen Changsheng took a deep breath, suppressing the pounding in his heart. He had traveled the starry sky and seen many famous ancient planets inhabited by life.

Among them are several places where ancient emperors and celestial beings were born. Those ancient stars that produced ancient emperors and celestial beings have magnificent scenery and profound cultural heritage.

But compared to the star before them, they lacked something: an aura that was acknowledged by all the heavens and myriad paths, and sincerely worshipped by countless living beings.

"Is this the Heavenly Emperor's hometown, the ancient star of Ziwei..." Chen Changsheng murmured to himself, as if flames were being ignited in his eyes.

"All races come to pay homage, all beings revere... This is how a true man should be!"

Without further hesitation, he concealed his aura, transforming into an inconspicuous stream of light, and followed the pilgrimage to the purple-gold halo.

As you pass through the atmosphere, it feels as if your body is passing through a warm curtain of water, and a rich and peaceful spiritual energy immediately envelops you.

He landed at a huge white jade ferry crossing. The ground was smooth, and the engraved array patterns made the space exceptionally stable.

Many cultivators came and went, but there was no noise, only low conversations and regular whooshing sounds.

In the distance, the mountains and rivers are magnificent, and the city is majestic. Occasionally, a powerful figure sweeps across the sky, and the people below merely look up at it before continuing with their own affairs, displaying a calm demeanor as if they have seen it all before.

Here, Chen Changsheng witnessed what it meant to be surrounded by powerful figures.

Saint Kings and Great Saints, who are rare in other places, are not uncommon on Ziwei Star.

Chen Changsheng entered a nearby giant city. The streets were wide and the buildings were exquisite. Strange items from all over the world were for sale, their precious light shimmering faintly.

The people here, whether cultivators or mortals, all possess a calmness and confidence rarely seen elsewhere.

That wasn't arrogance; it was more like a deep-rooted, grounded confidence.

Everyone knows that there is heaven above and earth below, and the rules are there, which no one can easily transgress.

Chen Changsheng stopped at a tea stall, ordered a bowl of spiritual tea, and listened to the idle chatter of several old cultivators nearby.

"The newly discovered ancient mine in the Northern Region is said to be gushing with spiritual energy, which has alarmed several Great Saints who went to oversee it."

"What trouble could possibly occur? The Nine Cauldrons suppress all directions, and the Heavenly Court is watching from above. No matter how big the matter is, it must be handled according to the rules."

"That's true. A few years ago, there was a powerful expert from another region who lost money gambling on stones. He was unwilling to accept it and tried to forcibly take it because of his strong cultivation. Before he could even raise his hand, he was locked in place by the city's defense array and was directly thrown to a mining planet to perform hard labor. They said he would have to work and reform himself for five hundred years."

"Serves him right! Doesn't he know where he is? This is the Purple Star Imperial Palace; how can we allow him to run wild?"

The words of these people reveal a natural identification with and commitment to the Heavenly Court, the Heavenly Emperor, and this order that has been in operation for thousands of years.

Chen Changsheng silently sipped his tea, his heart filled with turbulent emotions.

In the starry sky he traversed, there were remote places filled with struggle and chaos, where the strong were respected.

This was the first time he had truly experienced the universal order and peace of mind that arose under the protection of absolute power, like that of Ziwei Guxing.

He strolled to the square in the center of the city, where an ancient stone tablet stood, towering into the clouds. It had no luxurious decorations, only some simple patterns, like star trails or Dao traces.

Incense burned continuously before the monument, and many people stood quietly, some with their hands clasped in prayer, others bowing.

A mother, holding her child's hand, stood before the monument and whispered:

"Child, remember this aura, remember this land. This is where the Heavenly Emperor was born. When you grow up and achieve success in your cultivation, remember this heart that protects all living beings."

The child looked up, his little hands touching the cold base of the stone tablet, and nodded as if he understood.

Chen Changsheng stood outside the crowd, gazing at the stone tablet and those devout faces, feeling something burning in his chest.

He recalled the tranquility of Qingxi Pool, the bloody battle in the starry sky, his promise to his beloved, and his yearning for power.

The ancient star before him, with its comprehensive harmony, order, and reverence, unfolded like a magnificent scroll before him.

Tell him what the ultimate expression of personal power can look like.

It is not about dominating the world, but about establishing order and benefiting all people, earning the respect of all generations.

"Is this the way of the Heavenly Emperor?" He subconsciously tightened his grip on the warm, smooth jade pendant in his arms, but his gaze pierced through the crowd and looked towards the higher, more distant sky.

That place seemed to reflect a greater goal in his heart: "Someday..."

Chen Changsheng began his cultivation journey on the ancient star of Ziwei.

A year later, an ancient secret realm opened, and Chen Changsheng naturally went there as well.

In the secret realm, Chen Changsheng stood up for a group of oppressed minor forces and confronted an arrogant young man.

The young man was no match for Chen Changsheng. After his defeat, he shouted fiercely, "My elder brother is the Crimson Sun Heavenly Lord, one of the five great prodigies of the Ziwei era! You just wait!"

Chen Changsheng didn't care. After teaching the young man a lesson, he let him go.

In the secret realm, Chen Changsheng once again obtained an opportunity.

After leaving the secret realm, he happened to save an old man who was about to be seriously injured.

The old man, moved by his pure and kind heart, bequeathed his incomplete Yuan Tian Technique to him before his death.

Chen Changsheng was already very perceptive, and this technique was like adding wings to a tiger.

He began to frequent the various stone workshops of Ziwei, and with his initial mastery of the Origin Heaven Technique and his unique sensitivity to spiritual energy and dragon energy, he made repeated gains.

From initially testing the waters to later daring to gamble on rare stones, he unearthed numerous divine sources and exotic treasures, and even cut out a small piece of dragon-patterned black gold, attracting attention from all sides.

His wealth and resources accumulated rapidly, and his cultivation level also rose accordingly, allowing him to break through various barriers one after another.

Not long after, a prodigy known as the Crimson Sun Heavenly Lord emerged from seclusion and came searching for him, his aura as intense as the sun.

The two fought a fierce battle on the agreed-upon arena. Chen Changsheng, with his cultivation at the seventh level of the King Realm, relied on the terrain of the Origin Heaven Technique to fight against Chiyang Tianjun, who was at the ninth level of the King Realm. The battle was evenly matched.

This battle made Chen Changsheng, the Golden Dragon True Lord, known among the younger generation of Ziwei.

Years later, at a grand gathering of the younger generation of Ziwei, Chen Changsheng clashed once again with several prodigies, including Chiyang Xiaojun.

At this moment, he had already stepped into the ninth level of the King Realm, and his superb divine power combined with the vast blood energy that was faintly forming the shape of a dragon.

He defeated powerful enemies in succession, became famous throughout the Ziwei region, and was hailed as having the potential to contend for the imperial throne.

Ten years later, news of the opening of the Ancient Star Road spread, exciting the geniuses from all corners of the heavens.

The battle for supremacy among the myriad races has finally begun. Who will reign supreme in this lifetime?