Brother Who Determines the Fate of the Nation: My Great Emperor's Cultivation Level Exposed by

In the official live stream room of the Dragon Kingdom, the brief silence was completely drowned out by a barrage of comments.

"Why, why did you have to be the jinx? Your misfortune is now being paid for by 1.4 billion of us! What right do you have to do this?!"

"You've ruined us all, do you even realize that?!"

"Su Ruoruo, you are a sinner for all time in the history of the Dragon Kingdom!"

At first, it was just insults directed at Su Ruoruo.

But soon, this pent-up resentment and anger found a new outlet.

The man who had been dead for three years, whose name was now completely unfamiliar, was Su Xuan.

"And that damned brother of hers, why did he have to die so young? Of all times, why now, and drag the country down with him? What a useless piece of trash!"

"Exactly! A construction worker who dies and still causes trouble for the country—this kind of person shouldn't have been born!"

"I beg you, you're already dead, please stop coming back to torment us!"

Of course, some rational people have pointed the finger at the unfair game itself.

"This stupid game is definitely rigged! Why did the beautiful country choose the son of the richest man, while our Dragon Country had to choose a dead man's brother? This is unfair!"

"We protest! We strongly protest and demand the replacement of the Chosen One!"

The internal strife in the Dragon Kingdom was nothing short of a feast for the foreign powers that had been eyeing it covetously.

Overseas netizens flocked to the official live stream of the Dragon Kingdom, launching an extreme and shameless frenzy of mockery.

The barrage of comments from the American live stream appeared arrogantly before the eyes of the Chinese viewers.

"Oh my God, what am I seeing? My brother from the Dragon Kingdom is actually a skeleton! This is so funny, I'm about to die laughing."

"What reason does a country have to exist if it can't even choose a living brother? People of the Dragon Kingdom, prepare to face your destruction."

"Hahaha, are you feeling desperate now? Don't worry, there's more despair to come. Just wait for the natural disaster to strike, you poor wretches."

Korean netizens were equally eager to take advantage of the situation, viciously kicking someone when they were down, their words filled with the ugly face of petty people who had gotten their way.

"I told you the Dragon Kingdom is an inferior race, but you didn't believe me. Now you see, they don't even have a decent older brother. It's truly pathetic."

"Stop struggling, just kneel down and submit to our great Republic of Korea. Maybe if we're in a good mood, we can even share some of our national fortune with you."

Faced with this overwhelming wave of vicious mockery, netizens in China were furious, yet felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

They wanted to refute it, they wanted to retaliate.

But when they started typing, they found themselves unable to utter a single powerful word.

Because the facts are there, cold and cruel.

The elder brother of the Chosen One of the Dragon Kingdom is indeed a person who has been dead for three years.

Ultimately, all the anger turned into powerless rage.

Countless people smashed their keyboards and shattered their phones, but they couldn't change this despairing reality.

Forbidden Zone, on a deserted island.

Su Ruoruo couldn't see the malicious comments from the outside world.

But she could guess what kind of tsunami would be triggered when her brother's pitifully rudimentary information was made public.

How will her country and her people view her, and how will they view her brother who has already passed away?

She slowly squatted down, curling her small body into a ball in the biting cold wind, her arms tightly hugging her knees.

She remembered when her brother was still alive. Whenever she felt wronged, he would hold her in his arms and gently pat her back with his broad and warm hands, telling her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here for you."

But now, my brother is gone.

The whole world is hurling insults at her brother.

My heart aches so much I can't breathe.

"Brother...I'm sorry..."

"It's my fault... I've dragged you down with me..."

"Brother... I miss you so much..."

Over and over again, in a voice only she could hear, she called out that familiar name.

Meanwhile, in the vast expanse of space and time beyond Blue Star, deep within a bizarre and chaotic void sea.

An ancient imperial throne, cast from immortal divine gold, floats silently in the center of the universe.

On the imperial throne sat a majestic figure.

He was draped in an imperial robe formed from the condensation of countless rays of light, with the sun, moon, and stars swirling around him, and the three thousand Great Daos prostrating themselves at his feet.

It was Su Xuan.

His eyes remained closed, his entire being immersed in a profound and mysterious state of enlightenment, his spirit wandering in the vast emptiness, unmoved for eternity.

He remained completely oblivious to everything that was happening on Earth, to the heart-wrenching cries, the overwhelming insults, and the destiny of the nation that was somehow intertwined with his own.

It was as if all the noise and turmoil of the world could not stir even the slightest ripple in his eternally tranquil heart.

He awaits the moment when he will be fully awakened from his 30,000-year slumber.