C184 The past of the Eternal Heaven Great Monarch

In White Mansion City, a bronze chariot sliced through the void at breakneck speed, descending from the heavens. At the reins was an elder clad in black, his presence commanding and his every gesture exuding an air of authority. His eyes sparkled with vitality, clearly marking him as a formidable figure not to be underestimated.

Adorning the chariot, a large flag billowed in the wind