Emperor City Changluo.
The Sect Masters of the six paths of the Demon Sect, the leaders of the three Immortal Sects overseas, and the Dharma Bodies of the Royal Tribute all stopped in their tracks.
Even the four Corpse Immortals tacitly ceased their actions and gazed toward the cloudless sky.
Many eyes also turned towards the old emperor himself.
But they saw the old emperor showing a look of disappointnt, suddenly bending his body, and coughing violently, filled with pain.
"Why?"
"Why is there no change at all?"
"Could it be... the Heavenly Dao no longer exists?"
Jiang Tan, the Fourth Prince, and others were also extrely surprised.
Before long, one urgent report after another flashed through the Spiritual Books, all from the various borders.
The content was largely the sa... Black Fog dissipated, the national boundary no longer existed!
"No! I refuse to believe this!"
The old emperor also learned sothing and suddenly roared in anger.
"Hehe... How amusing, the Heavenly Dao here has indeed been twisted... practically half-mad! Since it’s half-mad, it won’t act according to common sense, nor will it heed prayers. The Emperor prays for longevity and the dynasty’s fortune, while heaven grants the extinction of Black Fog, quite fair, this is reasonable!"
The Five Lotus Primordial Monarch suddenly covered her lips and giggled, her tone fraught with indescribable mockery.
Even the Fourth Prince and others felt an unusual irony.
Was this the result of the Emperor’s painstaking efforts and utter devotion, the sovereign of the Immortal Emperor bowing before the Heavenly Dao? The Second Yan Han Empire went from an isolationist state to flinging its gates wide open?
While there were weak forces like the Quanrong amongst the natives of this realm, weren’t there powerful forces among the western nations?
Even the lessons from the downfall of the First Yan Han Empire were right before their eyes.
This sacrifice to heaven was as if they had prayed for the withdrawal of defenses themselves, and what’s even more fatal was that the Second Yan Han Empire had never been prepared!
The most crucial point was, since the Emperor was the Son of Heaven,
he had to accept whatever Heaven bestowed upon him—a subject’s duty!
If it weren’t for the old emperor’s sacrifice to Heaven, that Black Fog, a legacy of the First Empire, might not have been so easily extinguished.
How ironic was all of this?
The Fourth Prince was terribly afraid that his father could not withstand the shock and might leap down from the Heavenly Altar in madness.
Of course... with so many masters around to protect him, he was certain not to die from the fall, but the Imperial Family’s dignity would be lost indeed.
"Given the situation..."
The Five Lotus Primordial Monarch giggled nonstop, "Then I shall take my leave first."
The previous Dharma Body combat was not intense, so it was still possible to withdraw.
If a real fight broke out, most of those present would likely die!
Moreover, if a Corpse Immortal took action, even the great formation of Changluo couldn’t provide protection, and the result would only be a thousand miles of death, a lose-lose situation.
The Six Paths of the Demon Sect grew restless with the will to leave, and several great Dharma Body Masters joined forces to retreat slowly.
Inside the Imperial Palace, the two Demon Corpse Immortals outside the Heavenly Altar did the sa.
With such strength, even True Monarch Zhang had no slightest intention of ordering a pursuit.
A pyrrhic victory brought no benefits.
And at this mont, Changluo desperately needed healing and restoration...
...
Supre Dragon and Tiger Sect mountain gate.
Chen Wenji and Sima Shu had just escaped into the distance when they saw the Demon Cultivators attacking the mountain gate withdraw like the tide.
’This... Could it be that they received so kind of signal?’
Sima Shu’s expression changed, looking toward those common Loose Cultivators left behind.
These cultivators, stirred up into taking action, were rely cannon fodder and scapegoats.
’I have a feeling... sothing ominous is about to happen.’
His body shivering, he suddenly understood sothing.
Then, a still-excited Loose Cultivator’s expression froze, and he suddenly scratched bloody marks across his own face.
Beneath the blood, countless tiny worms erged, devouring him in an instant and then lunging at the other cultivators.
This scene was like a contagious plague, spreading at an alarming speed.
"No!"
One after another, the Cultivators scread in horror as they watched bugs gnaw away at their flesh, bones, and even their Magic Robes and Magic Artifacts...
Even so heretic Cultivators of the Demon Path, with their Primordial Pills and Primordial Spirits, emitted a decaying aura from their bodies as tiny worms burrowed out.
"Save ..."
A Primordial Pill Cultivator scread in agony as his Primordial Pill spontaneously disintegrated, but an even worse fate befell a slower Primordial Spirit Cultivator, as countless black spots suddenly surged out from within the Immortal Primordial Spirit.
In the blink of an eye, the Primordial Spirit Ancestor who touched immortality turned to dust, dying and vanishing from the Dao.
Buzz buzz!
Rustle rustle!
Countless tiny bugs devoured the corpses and Magic Artifacts, their wing vibrations rging into so kind of profound Dao lody.
"Don’t listen, and don’t look!"
Sima Shu shouted madly, sealing off his five senses.
Chen Wenji did the sa nearby.
They were also far enough away and had reacted quickly enough to escape unscathed.
Even the Demon Sect had Cultivators who failed to retreat in ti and were overwheld by the sea of worms.
"This Sect disaster has passed; all Disciples return to your caves, and elders count the losses..."
"Our grudge today, the Supre Dragon and Tiger Sect must avenge!"
A hoarse, bone-piercing voice suddenly echoed in the ears of all surviving Disciples of the Supre Dragon and Tiger Sect.
...
Fufeng Protectorate.
"How could the Black Fog, which seed to have existed since ancient tis, disappear?"
After the heavenly change, the grand Protector naturally ordered Knights to patrol the borders.
At this ti, a team passed through the great canyon where Zhong Shenxiu once stationed patrols and ventured deeper.
This place should have been enveloped in the Black Fog, harboring monsters, but now, except for the occasional puddle of dark red liquid on the ground, it seed remarkably safe.
"The disappearance of the Black Fog is a good thing!"
A Cavalry Captain laughed heartily, pointing beyond the border with his riding whip: "Look at this great landscape, it’s all ours now. Yan Han can expand thousands of miles, and countless achievents await us!"
The Knights seed persuaded and, seeing indeed no danger within the Black Fog, were overjoyed: "Exactly, exactly!"
"Hmph, there are at most so runaway slaves and barbarians in the ager Black Fog. Now without cover, upon reflection, it is indeed a pri opportunity to garner achievents."
"Our Fufeng Protector Mansion is the frontier of Yan Han, always hindered by the Black Fog, unable to progress. Now that the natural barrier is gone, this is a cause for great joy, great joy!"
...
As the Knights were busy complinting their Captain, several black dots suddenly appeared on the horizon in front of them.
The black dots grew larger and larger, eventually turning into a dozen Knights clad in bright silver armor.
Their armor and steeds... were completely different from the Fufeng Protectorate’s style, covered head to toe in armor, wielding long spears, and carrying strange triangular banners adorned with lightning patterns.
"What is this... Which power’s patrol is this?"
The Cavalry Captain was taken aback.
Such banners and formations... indicated that the other party was not Wanderers, but belonged to so major power!
However, this style was completely unfamiliar to any of the Fufeng Protectorate families.
In fact, it could not be found anywhere in the entire Second Yan Han Empire.
It bore a slight resemblance to that of the Dark Count’s Country, which had been eradicated locally.
At this mont, the opposing Knights also spotted them, letting out a howl without charging, but seemingly praying to the sky...?
Out of nowhere, a mysterious gate opened in the void, and a shadow descended upon this place.
He had golden hair and blue eyes, a high nose bridge, strikingly handso features, and wore bright silver armor, while his mount was a majestic beast with wings.
At that mont, the beast suddenly roared skyward, sending out a terrifying ntal shockwave.
The n of the Fufeng Protectorate Cavalry were thrown into panic, their horses kneeling, trembling in fear.
"No!"
The Cavalry Captain bellowed helplessly, hearing the Dragon Cavalry speaking in a strange language, commanding the Knights on the ground to attack.
Had he been well-versed in Western languages, he would have understood that the phrase ant—
’For the glory of the dici Family! Attack!’
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