"The interest of the nation must come before personal ambitions…"0

Tian Chen was taken aback to hear that. He looked at his half-brother and suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity. Since they came of age, the two had been in constant conflict, both openly and in secret. 0

They were locked in a bitter struggle where only one of them could survive.0

He had never expected that his elder brother would stand by his side at this critical juncture. 0

No, that wasn't quite right. His brother wasn't standing by his side, but rather he was standing by the side of the Heavenly Tomb Empire.0

Tian Chen's eyes flickered with a complex emotion, and he sighed to himself.0

As the phantom took shape, an overwhelming pressure swept across the surroundings, suppressing everything in its wake. 0

A middle-aged man appeared before everyone's eyes.0

The middle-aged man was Emperor Tian Zhao, the Founding Ancestor of the Heavenly Tomb Empire. He was a terrifying existence worthy of eternal reverence. 0

He founded the Heavenly Tomb Civilization amidst chaos by rising to power as a commoner and...0