"I wonder how many more of these minorsky steles there are. Are they all shards of the Grand-Orient Sword?" Tianming felt rather passionate as he looked at the divine pattern. He had seen many of them of grade four and below, but this one was so complex it seemed completely foreign to him.

He felt like he had returned to the first days he cultivated with the patterns on the gates in the sword, using them to progress on his imperial path. However, the pattern now before him seemed even more like the origin of Imperial Will. The moment he focused on it, the pattern changed and showed him countless images in his mind. Each pattern was like a living thing in itself, intersecting with billions of others and coexisting with them as a combined will that represented the Human Emperor.

"The beginning of myriad paths, king of order."

He closed his eyes as he contemplated those words, the core of Imperial Will. Though...