The Twelve Constellations, Cancer, Aries, Taurus...
Star points forged from one Divine Object after another formed constellations, shining in the sky, weaving together a magnificent Mythical Era.
Even though Liu Jun no longer paid attention to the development of these bottom-tier mortals.
The brilliance of their stories was in no way inferior to the Mythical Era of Xiangtuo Mo, Goliath, and the others back then.
It's just that.
Liu Jun's horizons were higher now.
When he was just a village chief, of course he had to care about the trivialities of village life.
But now that he was a King, even the ruler of a whole sea of stars, he wouldn't bother with such trivial matters as dynastic rises and falls.
This made the current Mythical Era of the Twelve Constellations, all those so‑called mythic heroes, feel rather unreal in his eyes.
"It's never quite like the wanderings of youth."
"Standing this high now, I no longer lower my gaze to the dust on the ground."
