Meng Qingzhou's bedroom resembled an ancient Greek palace from his previous life on Earth. Ninety-nine stone pillars, each a hundred meters tall, supported the domed ceiling. The walls were adorned with carvings of ancient mythological totems, each depicting a grand and magnificent history.

"Are you the Qian Yuan Sword Saint?"

A clear and melodious voice came from above.

Meng Qingzhou sat on a throne as large as a three-story building. His half-closed eyes slowly opened.