Jin Yulu did not kneel. He stood somewhat farther off, gazing at the White Emperor with a somewhat complex expression.
The White Emperor sat on the massive stone chair, his feet several zhang from the ground.
Logically speaking, since it was simply impossible to step on the ground, it naturally followed that it was impossible to stand up.
But he stood up.
Like a majestic snowcapped mountain appearing between the heavens and earth.
The heavens and earth responded.
Ten-some snowy mountains thunderously boomed.
Snow avalanched down while a blizzard engulfed the half-mountain.
The demi-human experts were forced back from the stone chair by the might of the blizzard.
When any part of this furious storm touched the White Emperor's imperial robe, it would immediately vanish, as if absorbed into his body.
The White Emperor took three steps forward through the blizzard.