Chapter 712: Chapter 710 Emperor Chapter 712: Chapter 710 Emperor Duke Jonas of the Warm Jade Duchy was Russell’s die-hard fan; at that time, it was Russell who helped the Warm Jade Duchy withstand the invasion of the three Frost Snow Giants Legions, saving the desperately struggling nation.

After that, Duke Jonas looked up to Russell for guidance, even sending his daughter to Russell’s side as a maid.

Even on several occasions in public, he urged Russell to ascend.

Despite the reluctance of the kings and grand dukes from various countries to be ruled by an emperor, as Russell’s power had grown, with four Ancient Dragons orbiting around him, his authority became no different from that of an emperor.

Now, having led the great triumph over the Giant Troll Clan, becoming the savior of all mankind, and owning Amber Dreamscape,

So,

There was no reason, no excuse that could prevent Russell from rising to the position of the decisive and eternal emperor—Russell’s contributions to mankind far exceeded those of Abotts the Flame King, the founder of the Holy Glint Empire.

Abotts the Flame King was merely a pioneer.

Russell Amber Dream was the true savior, the chosen one by Mother Earth and the will of Dragon Star.

“Duke Jonas speaks rightly. It is the will of the people that His Majesty Russell ascend the throne as the emperor!”

“His Majesty Russell is the Master of Amber Dreamscape. He more than qualifies to be this emperor!”

“I second the motion.”

“Abotts the Flame King ended the Dark Ages and initiated the Warm Age, becoming the first emperor of mankind. His Majesty Russell has ended the Warm Age, ushering in a brand new Amber Age; naturally, he can also be the emperor!”

At the banquet, the kings and grand dukes of various nations, despite their reluctance, still professed enthusiastic support with their words.

However,

Russell simply waved his hand: “Let’s table this matter for later. For now, let’s ensure that everything concerning Shattered Frost Star is taken care of properly.”

Setting the tone, Russell called out to everyone: “Come, let’s have a toast! To our grand victory in the battle at the core of the earth!”

“To our grand victory!”

“To His Majesty Russell’s glory, to the glory of all humankind!”

As they clinked glasses, the atmosphere of the banquet was lively and boisterous. After it ended, Russell stayed overnight near the temporary palace in the City of Amber.

Parents, grandmother, older brother, uncles, and aunts—all gathered together.

They chatted over tea.

“Russell, what are your thoughts?” Mr. Luo Man asked, “The kings and grand dukes are encouraging you forward. This is a glorious momentum. Why not seize the moment? This is the throne of the emperor, and since Abotts the Flame King, mankind has had no emperor!”

Everyone looked at Russell.

Russell said leisurely, “Father, what difference does it make whether I am emperor now or not? There is none. The Ancient Dragons, Amber Dreamscape, all lend me support. No one can defy my will.”

“But that’s the throne of the emperor!”

“The position of emperor is not important. What’s important is leading humanity towards a future,” Russell said. “Father, as Shattered Frost Star is obliterated, the Dragon Sleep Continent will soon be back on track, and the ice over the Snowfield will quickly recede.”

With the Snowfield’s ice melting away, the warmth of the land would no longer hold significance.

Humanity would not need the protection of dragons and Bipedal Flying Dragons to live freely on the Dragon Sleep Continent. Especially with industrial advancement, humanity was being freed from traditional labor, and the working class had risen.

Of course,

All these things were becoming less significant, for the Dragon Sleep Continent was destined to fall into oblivion. Amber Dreamscape was the only choice.

“I don’t want to be the emperor of a dying planet. Or rather, the title of emperor is too small for me,” Russell continued. “I want to guide Amber Dreamscape towards a new world, a new system!”

Amber Dreamscape was not yet a true planet or an independent world in its own right; it still existed, attached to the Dragon Sleep Continent.

What Russell had to do

was to fill Amber Dreamscape with rules, using the root system of the Amber Great Tree to merge it into a brand-new world.

“So,” Mr. Luo Man realized, “you don’t want to be Emperor, what you want to be is… the god of Amber Dreamscape, or, shall we say, the new world?”

“You could say that,” Russell smiled, “Ice Cream is originally the Divine Spirit of Amber Dreamscape, and I am naturally the Divine Spirit of this world, too. However, once the new world takes shape, even gods must retreat behind the scenes.”

“Your ambition is too great, as a father, I can’t keep up with the pace,” Baron Roman sighed.

Lady Ingrid, who was listening on the side, also clicked her tongue in amazement, “Little Ghost Fire… has become the Divine Spirit of the whole world, your grandfather would be so shocked he’d jump right out of the volcano. Who would have thought!”

“Regardless, mother supports you,” Lady Meryl said gently, whether Russell became a god or an Emperor, he was still her son.

…

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, the year 5588 of the Dragon Calendar had ended, and the scenery of Dragon Sleep Continent was drastically different from previous years.

There was no more the biting cold Ice Age, only a winter mixed with rain and snow.

The power of Frost Star dissipated, the hard ice on the Snowfields melted, and now Dragon Sleep Continent had finally returned to its appearance from ten thousand years ago before it was ever frozen.

Although it had not yet reached the prosperity of the Ancient Dragon Spirit Forest Sea, it was also blooming with flowers, becoming a land of happiness.

Only, regretfully, this beautiful scenery would not last long.

The rift had further expanded, the planet almost shattered into pieces, with earthquakes becoming frequent disasters, even the Volcanic Oasis was affected. Although the ice had thawed, extreme weather incidents became more frequent, showing instability in Magic Power.

Fortunately, by harnessing the entirety of humanity’s strength, they had at last unlocked the technology to anchor the planet, successfully preventing the separation of Frost Star.

This gave humanity ample time to mine Origin Power on Frost Star.

At the same time, humanity was also attempting to tap into the Origin Power beneath the Black Maelstrom Ocean on Dragon Star. The main force behind the mining were the dragons, who refined both Snow Soul Power from Frost Star and the Origin Power from Dragon Star, and then poured them into Amber Dreamscape.

This Snow Soul Power and Origin Power, once fused with Amber Dreamscape, could rapidly expand territory.

However,

once the Origin Power at the core of the planet was mined, it accelerated Dragon Sleep Continent towards the brink of destruction.

When the Origin Power was exhausted, Dragon Sleep Continent would come to complete Silent Annihilation and shatter, and humans naturally would no longer be able to survive on this planet.

Fortunately, Russell had his own ways of solving the problem. He watched the Ancient Dragon of Freedom busily spreading seeds of freedom and sincerely thanked it, “Saiban, I appreciate your hard work.”

“Amber Dreamscape, too, is my future home. Every seed that sprouts into a large tree forms the basis for my continuity,” Saiban responded. The seeds it distributed, once planted by humans and grown into trees, could enter Amber Dreamscape.

These trees would, in the future, be a part of its realm’s rules.

These four Ancient Dragons—Dreamscape, Revenge, Flame, Freedom—were all constantly solidifying their own rules. Once the new world took shape, the strongest of their rules would gain more power over the world.

“When humanity has all entered Amber Dreamscape, that will be the moment Amber Dreamscape separates from Dragon Sleep Continent!”

Russell reflected.

In his view, this world separation was like transplanting seedlings.

Dragon Sleep Continent was the nursery for the little sapling, the Amber Great Tree. But for the sapling to grow, it must be transplanted to a more expansive field—into the universe.

“Goodbye then, Saiban.”

“Farewell, Russell.” Saiban merged into the wind and disappeared from sight.

Russell snapped his fingers, and the Little Fire Dragon on his shoulder leaped. He smiled slightly, “Let’s go to Frost Star and see. With Snow Soul Power exhausted, the will of Shattered Frost Star should also surrender!”