Outside the Tianxu City, the platform for welcoming troops.

At this moment, under the stage where tributes are being paid, there are already throngs of people. This is a memorial ceremony organized by the people themselves, and it has almost become a local custom. Many people will come here on this day.

"Let the descendants of King Xiang Bei pay homage to Xiang Tian, who ascends the platform of honor and ignites the sacrificial fire."

A white-haired old man shouted, looking at a young man in blue robes not far away.

At the same time, including the old man, everyone else knelt down devoutly.

"My lord..."

A young man in green robes stood beside an elderly man with white hair. After the old man respectfully offered a torch, he knelt down as well.

The young man in green was the descendant of the direct lineage of King Bei Xiang, Tian Xiang.

Xiang Tian lifted his head and looked up at the tall King Bei Xiang. His eyes were deep, one hand naturally resting on his back as he slowly walked towards the platform where the generals knelt in salute.

"Ugh"

Fire leaped, and Xiang Tian stood before it, momentarily lost in thought.

"Don't you kneel down, do you want to anger the King of Beixi?"

After the sacrificial fire was lit, someone saw that Xiang Tian did not kneel down and angrily shouted.

"Dong..."

As he knelt on one knee, a divine sound suddenly echoed through heaven and earth, like the sigh of the gods, and the lamentations of ten thousand paths.

The wind and clouds shifted, and the June heat above lost its color, becoming dark and gloomy.

"Boom boom boom..."

The entire platform for the sacrificial offering, and King Bei Xiang's towering stone statue were all showing signs of cracking.

Xiang Tian hurriedly retracted his knee, he knelt down, the King of Bei Xiang would not have been able to bear it.

This is because he is no longer the real Xiangtian, but Di Tian.

"Xiang Tian, you go. Your only obsession is to restore the Xiang family to its former glory. I, Di Tian, promise you, to ensure the prosperity of the Xiang family for generations to come."

Just last night, Xiang Tian's old illness flared up, his life hanging by a thread. Not even his only old servant knew about it.

Emperor Tian, this is an unparalleled title. He traverses the cosmos, overlooking the heavens and earth, called the first person after the ancient times. This reputation is built with endless bones, not a single lie can be mixed in.

Just as he was about to ascend to the pinnacle, unforeseen obstacles arose. Several ancient Supremes arrived on the scene. This battle raged for three whole years. Emperor Tian, driven by his unparalleled martial resolve, fought against several Supremes in the vast universe, shattering countless stars and leaving every participant drained to the bone.

Though he lost, there was a mix of disappointment and determination in his eyes.

Since it has come, let it be!

At the limit of his oil being depleted, he chose not to continue fighting to the death, but instead opted to conserve his strength. With his last bit of power, he pierced through the boundary of the star domain and crossed over.

But when crossing the interstellar barrier, there was a deviation, and he arrived in such a world. And he even ended up inhabiting someone else's body, something he hadn't even considered.

What happened?

"The breaking of Bei Xiang Wang's body, could it be a sign of misfortune?"

All present shivered. Just now, an unparalleled aura swept across the heavens and earth, stirring everyone's hearts.

This terrifying sight, as it began with a sudden rise of the item from the ground, vanished without a trace.

Many people have a sense of looking up at the divine with awe, unknowingly, that somewhat thin shadow in their eyes becomes as great as a mountain.

But, everyone knows that Xiang Tian in front of us is a real sickly wimp.

It must be that King Beixi was displeased with his unworthy descendants, and thus transferred his anger...

"I told you so, we shouldn't have waited for him. What are we going to do now?"

"Come down quickly..."

Many people changed their faces, the unreasonable one roared out angrily.

"My lord, let's go back!"

He was Xiang Tian's only old slave, He Bo. At this time, seeing the crowd surging, he couldn't help but say worriedly,

Upon the high platform for welcoming guests, which towered over ten feet, a slender figure stood alone with its back to the crowd.

"Come down?"

He suddenly turned, his eyes sweeping coldly across the crowd. In his past life, he had looked down upon the world, seeing through the warmth and coldness of humanity. Though his cultivation was gone now, the aura of a powerful being still lingered, flowing naturally and intimidating everyone present.

A collective gasp swept through the crowd, a sea of thousands upon thousands falling silent in stunned disbelief as they stared at the young man before them.

He Bo was taken aback. They weren't unfamiliar with Xiang Tian, but he seemed completely different from before.

"One joke, and you dare to be so arrogant?"

Someone in the crowd was shouting loudly, inciting the people.

Suddenly, the place became incredibly noisy, and most people burst into laughter.

Three years ago, Xiang Tian was ridiculed by the first person in Tianshu City, and since then he has become a laughingstock for everyone.

"I have forgotten what happened in the past, but from today onwards, the Xiang Wangfu will not tolerate any humiliation or mockery. This is what I, Xiang Tian, say."

Immediately, he spoke again, facing the crowd with an aura of invincibility, a boundless spirit that seemed to swallow mountains and crush the heavens.

At this moment, he stood upon the towering platform of offerings, overlooking the crowd like an ancient god-king surveying mortals.

A pair of deep-set eyes held an indescribable confidence and radiance.

He has inherited most of Xiang Tian's memories, knowing that the other party's life has never been smooth sailing, and he is ambitious. However, fate is cruel, giving him a frail body.

Then, since he has returned, Xiang Tian is Di Tian, and Di Tian is Xiang Tian. Glory and disgrace are shared together.

Everyone was awestruck by this invisible aura, filled with confusion and doubt, standing there dumbfounded.

After the ceremony concluded, Xiang Tian did not linger. He left directly with He Bo.

He didn't want to waste time, he wanted to get rid of this body as soon as possible.

"Hmph... What makes him think he can? He's just repeating what others have said. If it wasn't for his good ancestors, who knows how many times he would have died already."

"Could it be insanity?"

"If I didn't want to give Beixiong King face, I would have been the first one to take him out."

……

Not until Xiang Tianhe and He Bo's figures disappeared did the crowd realize what had happened and start buzzing with excitement behind them.

Of course, Xiang Tian couldn't hear these words.

"My lord... you seem different..."

Hebo has brought up Xiang Tian with his own hands, how could he not understand him. At this moment, he felt that the young man in front of him was no longer the one he knew, a somewhat timid Xiang Tian.

Xiang Tian smiled faintly, glanced at He Bo, remained silent and continued walking.

On the wide streets, there was a cacophony of voices, with two main topics of conversation. One was the mourning for King Bei Xiang. The other was the Dragon Gate Trial a month later, a martial arts event that had been held in the Starry Emperor Dynasty since time immemorial. It occurred every three years.

At that time, major sects and forces will come to Tianshui City to select promising disciples. The reason for the Dragon Gate Trials is because in the eyes of ordinary people, it's the only chance to leap over the dragon gate.

Now, a month away from the Longmen trials, the city is abuzz with excitement. It's clear how eager everyone is to see them.

……

Xiangwangfu is located in the north of Tianxu City.

At first glance, if it weren't for the plaque hanging above the vermilion gate, no one would mistake this unassuming and modest dwelling for a royal manor. In fact, even within this impoverished district, Xiang Mansion was hardly remarkable.

At this moment, the main gate of the palace was wide open, with no guards or servants in sight. Vendors on the street had all gathered before the gate, whispering amongst themselves, afraid to speak aloud.