But generations of emperors of the Ancient Country were reluctant to bestow it, preferring it to remain vacant rather than grant it away.
After all, it's extremely difficult for a normal king to completely perish and fall; once bestowed, it would be hard for the Fierce Sun Ancient Country to reclaim it.
"Alright, this is His Majesty's decision, not something you can discuss." The leading woman in green swept a glance at the figures conversing, speaking calmly.
"Yes."
The figures immediately fell silent.
At this moment.
Not far away, a massive space-time transference formation began emitting subtle space-time fluctuations, forming a space-time passage stretching from a distant place to here.
"It's coming."
The dozens of waiting figures immediately perked up.
They had been ordered to wait here for this moment, to welcome the Great Lord Galaxy.
Whoosh!
The space-time passage took shape, and several figures emerged from it.
