The scene in front of them changed rapidly,
like the mottled light and shadow formed when the blazing sun alternates with the sunset that fills the sky with rosy clouds.
The mighty giant sitting on the Azure Sun Throne only felt a momentary dizziness in the head.
Immediately after, everything began to turn abnormal—the great sun hung in the sky, as tiny as a mustard seed yet as large as something one dares not look at directly.
Moreover, an unimaginable oppressive force came from the shoulders,
as if countless heavy objects had fallen upon it, seemingly like the weight of the entire universe bearing down on one's shoulders, making their breathing somewhat labored,
In an instant, the other party felt an indescribable intense feeling of suffocation attacking them, as if they were submerged in an ocean.
This was inherently abnormal.
One is, after all, an Immortal Emperor.
Breathing is for mortals, for ants...
