138: Chapter 104, Baojia System_3 138: Chapter 104, Baojia System_3 Perhaps due to experiencing similar scenes three tis before, exposure to it built up my ability to bear it.
What one is used to seeing doesn’t surprise one anymore.
Swallowing his grief, after announcing his son’s funeral, an indignant Emperor Bimon holding his deceased Crown Prince, turned around and left, leaving a group of startled and confused guests behind.
Without much hesitation, the guests who had co to their senses, began to take their leave hurriedly.
If they didn’t make their escapes now, whether they could escape later, was a complete unknown.
No one dared to gamble on what sort of outrageous acts a three hundred-year-old man, overwheld with the grief of losing his son, could commit.
In case this eccentric old man, in his fit of fury, decided to drag everyone into mourning with him for his ill-fated son, that would be a real tragedy.
When they left the banquet hall, all the guests started to run for their lives, heading straight for the city gate at top speed.
Anyone who didn’t know better would think that they had committed a felony and were now running for their lives.
As the people involved in the matter, they had no ti to explain.
After the Crown Prince’s accident, a bloody storm swept across the Orc Empire.
Countless unfortunate souls were dragged into this ss, no one wanted to follow in their footsteps.
If you observed carefully, you would notice that representatives of the other Four Royal Families were also among the fleeing crowd.
Clearly, everyone understood that their life was their own and they only had one.
None of them wished to stay back and gamble on whether Emperor Bimon could remain sane amidst the pain of losing his child.
Ignoring their thoughts, Emperor Bimon, carrying his son’s corpse, trudged ahead with heavy steps, and finally entered an underground tunnel after facing nurous setbacks.
Under the illumination of lanterns on both sides of the tunnel, the murals on the walls constantly changed patterns, creating a very eerie atmosphere.
As he walked through the tunnel, it seed that Emperor Bimon, indifferent and accustod to the strangeness, continued his journey.
His pace quickened, even the wrinkles on his forehead gradually disappeared, he no longer seed to resemble a frail old man.
He walked and stopped intermittently, activating nurous chanisms along the way.
He spent almost half an hour before he finally exited the tunnel and arrived inside a mysterious underground palace.
The palace was filled with nurous coffins, the most peculiar of which were the five coffins levitating in the center.
Right below the hovering coffins was a Magic Formation marked with countless lines, arranged in the shape of a pentagram.
It appeared to be a mysterious Five Star Array.
Emperor Bimon placed the corpse of his son gently into an unoccupied hovering coffin, and said with a tinge of sadness, “Terry, do not resent your father for being cruel, for not letting your soul rest in peace even after your death.
If anyone is to bla, it’s your own ill fate.
I had already given you all opportunities.
If any of you could have outlived , the ancient father, you could then inherit this enormous empire.
However, it’s a pity that you and your thoughtless elder brothers all died so young, leaving behind.
Since you all have been so unfilial, making bear the grief of losing a child repeatedly, then I might as well bear it fully and let you all prolong my life instead!
Now it’s up to your younger brother.
As his father, I “will also give him an opportunity.
If he can outlive , he will be the new Bimon Emperor.
If he is unable, and dies just like you all, then it is the will of the Beast God.
Perhaps, it should be who will reverse the heavens and seize the great opportunity to break through the Sanctuary!”
While speaking, endless resentnt began to emanate from the other four coffins in the palace, as if they were voicing their unresolved grievances.
However, all of this had no effect on Emperor Bimon.
As an emperor, there is no room for regret in his life.
Ever since he brought their corpses into the underground palace, familial affection had ceased to exist.
As if infected, the surrounding coffins also started trembling, emitting endless resentnt as if they wanted to swallow Emperor Bimon whole.
However, these resentful spirits couldn’t harm the Emperor when they made contact with him.
Instead, he swallowed them whole.
Under the influence of the mysterious Magic Formation, the swallowed resentnt was gradually stripped of its wrath, leaving only the purest of spirits inside Emperor Bimon, gradually transforming it into a strange life force.
The resentnt that was stripped out did not dissipate, rather, it fell into the five hovering coffins.
From within the coffins one could hear faint screams coming from deep within the souls.
With one coffin still empty, the last bit of resentnt seed to be in search of a host and ultimately returned to Emperor Bimon.
Having regained his youth, Emperor Bimon, now subjected to the torture of the remnants of resentnt, reverted back to his frail old self, only his complexion was much better than before.
Emperor Bimon seed to be indifferent to these changes.
Not even the most basic emotional fluctuations could be seen in him.
“The resentnt is still intense, but compared to the last ti, it has weakened a bit.
Clearly, even the strongest on the continent can’t withstand the ravages of ti.
You can rest assured, the glory beyond the Sanctuary, I will experience it on your behalf.
If your souls haven’t dissolved by then, I will co back and tell you about it.
You don’t need to thank , this is what I must do.
After all, without making you offerings, it would have been difficult for to have the opportunity to take this step in this era.”
As if the corpses in the coffins still possessed their consciousness, when stimulated by Emperor Bimon’s words, the coffins started to tremble more violently, as if they could break free at any mont.
“That’s enough.
No need to be so eager to remain.
Maybe, if the Beast God bestows his blessings, we will et again soon.
After all, my youngest son, is also a short-lived ghost.
As a father, I’ve warned him countless tis to practice diligently and aim to break through to a higher realm as soon as possible.
But that bastard spends his days indulging in food, drink, and pleasure.
It’s only proper that he…”
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