Chapter 1724. What If the Princess Shows Favor — Perhaps That One Has Already Opened His Eyes

After the banquet ended, the Uncentral Emperor had, from beginning to end, made no mention of anything related to the Heaven‑Slaying Alliance or the Orthodox Unity Alliance, nor did he state whether he would join either side.

This left the envoy of the Nanzhao Ancient Kingdom feeling helpless, yet he did not dare overstep and probe the thoughts of this wise and mighty emperor. Afterward, the envoy of the Nanzhao Ancient Kingdom took his attendants and bade farewell, planning to send news of tonight’s events back to Nanzhao.

If the Nanzhao Ancient Kingdom were truly to form a marriage alliance with the Uncentral Immortal Dynasty, then even if they did not join the Orthodox Unity Alliance, they would not need to worry about failing to gain a foothold in the coming chaotic situation.

Relying on the combined foundations and strength of the two forces, resisting the invasion of the dark beings should be more than manageable.

Once the banquet concluded, the various ministers also left with their juniors and did not linger. They knew that the chances of their descendants forming a marriage alliance with the imperial family were slim, not to mention that now even the Nanzhao Ancient Kingdom had stepped in to compete.

Once the other civilizations learned the news, they certainly would not miss this opportunity to ally with the Uncentral Immortal Dynasty through marriage. At that time, the competition would undoubtedly become even more intense. However, they still could not fathom the Uncentral Emperor’s intentions.

Why would he suddenly make such a decision for no apparent reason?

The imperial heart was unfathomable.

“Your daughter takes her leave.” Jiang Weiyang then rose and left her seat, giving a slight bow before departing with the support of her maid.

The Uncentral Emperor poured himself a drink. Beneath the chaotic mist shrouding his face, little emotion could be discerned.

Only after a long while did he wearily rub his brow and let out an almost imperceptible sigh. How could he not sense the distance and resentment in his daughter’s emotions?

“Weiyang, you must understand your father’s painstaking intentions. You are so intelligent—you should soon come to understand.”

He murmured to himself. But soon, strands of black mist began to appear on his face. Even though the Uncentral Emperor tried to suppress them by force, it had little effect. The black mist scurried across his face as if alive, ready at any moment to seep into and engulf his body.

There was no doubt that the news of the Uncentral Immortal Dynasty’s princess choosing a husband quickly caused a tremendous stir among the various civilizations.

This princess was hailed as the treasure of the Uncentral Immortal Dynasty. She was the emperor’s only child, peerlessly beautiful and of incomparable nobility. Even those who had lived through several epochs—or even more ancient beings—were stirred upon hearing the news, eager and tempted to become the imperial son‑in‑law.

If the Uncentral Emperor did not mind the age of the one marrying the princess, countless ancient existences would be unable to restrain themselves. For the younger generation of this era, the news was even more explosive. Countless young prodigies became fervent and excited.

After all, the Uncentral Immortal Dynasty was one of the few top‑tier powers in the Vast Expanse, standing at the very peak of the pyramid.

Whether in foundation or strength, few could rival it. Becoming the imperial son‑in‑law meant meteoric rise and boundless success—instantly becoming a figure who overlooked all realms, life reaching its pinnacle in one step.

For the various civilizations, once they formed a marriage alliance with the Uncentral Immortal Dynasty and obtained its support, even if the Vast Expanse grew ever more turbulent and chaotic, they would still have sufficient capital to stand firm.

The news spread everywhere in an instant, as if it had grown wings.

The commotion it caused in the Vast Expanse was like a meteor crashing into the deep sea—no young person could remain seated.

Even the middle‑aged and elder experts were eager and restless, trying to head towards the Uncentral Immortal Dynasty.

What if, by sheer dumb luck, they gained the favor of the Uncentral Princess?

The many true worlds of civilization immediately dispatched experts to verify whether the news was true.

After confirming that it was absolutely genuine, the various lineages and sects could no longer sit still. They hastily recalled their outstanding young talents and chosen prodigies, sending elders and clan seniors to escort them to the Uncentral Immortal Dynasty, unwilling to miss this opportunity.

Across the Vast Expanse, waves rose once again.

“Given how much the Uncentral Emperor dotes on his daughter, suddenly announcing to the world that he will choose a husband for her does seem somewhat problematic.”

In the Nanzhao Ancient Kingdom, a tall man wearing a crown and exuding imposing authority smiled faintly upon hearing the news.

“Back then, when I tried to match his daughter with my ninth son, he turned against me on the spot. I truly didn’t expect he would one day choose a husband for her.”

Behind him stood an ancient screen, faint light flowing across it, dao patterns intertwining like a mirror displaying images.

Within the image stood a refined, scholarly middle‑aged man—the envoy who had gone to the Uncentral Immortal Dynasty.

He said respectfully, “When this humble minister first heard the news, I was also quite shocked. However, at the banquet, the Uncentral Emperor did not explain the reason. When I mentioned the Ninth Prince, he even seemed somewhat interested…”

“Haha, regardless of what the Uncentral Emperor is thinking, since he wants to choose a husband, then go inform the Ninth. Have him bring my decree, select ample treasures, and go bring the Uncentral Princess back in marriage.”

“This treasure of the Uncentral Immortal Dynasty—our Nanzhao Ancient Kingdom is determined to take her.”

The tall man laughed heartily, waved his hand, and issued the order, his words filled with domineering confidence that looked down upon all beings and all worlds.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” The refined man respectfully withdrew.

“Grandfather, my sincerity toward the Uncentral Princess is witnessed by the sun and moon. My heart is utterly devoted. Back when I was still at the Yan Dao Academy, I already swore that in this life I would marry none but the Uncentral Princess.”

“Now that such a great opportunity is before me, how can I willingly give it up when you ask me to?”

At dusk in the Uncentral Immortal Dynasty, as the evening sun sank, within a vast and magnificent mansion complex—A young man in brocade robes with a handsome face stood with clenched fists and visible unwillingness, speaking to a middle‑aged man in soft armor seated on a stone stool.

As he spoke, strands of chaotic divine light appeared in his eyes, accompanied by multicolored mist—extraordinarily mystical.

Upon closer inspection, one of his pupils was split into two, one above the other, forming a post‑natal double pupil. When they opened and closed, terrifying visions seemed to flash—chaos annihilating, universes being born.

The middle‑aged man had a resolute face, sharp features, and deep eyes carrying the iron‑blooded aura of one seasoned by countless battles. He was the Divine Martial Grand General of the Uncentral Immortal Dynasty, Zhu Cangning. He was also this young man’s grandfather.

The young man was named Zhu Fuyi, the number one of the younger generation in the Zhu household and the one most likely to step into the Dao Realm before the age of ten thousand.

Looking across the current Uncentral Immortal Dynasty, Zhu Fuyi was a symbol of invincibility among the young—like a living myth.

Whether in bloodline, talent, background, or fortune, he was of absolute top‑tier caliber.

In the eyes of ordinary young prodigies, he was like a blazing sun that could not be stared at, pressing down on everyone and filling them with despair.

“Fuyi, you need not be so agitated. Your grandfather asking you to give up is actually for your own good.”

“With your talent, suppressing the younger generation of the Uncentral Immortal Dynasty would not be difficult. If His Majesty were only choosing a husband among the dynasty’s young generation, your chances would indeed be high…”

“But…”

Zhu Cangning sat upright, his face calm yet authoritative, his tone steady. Unlike his demeanor as a minister before the emperor, in the outside world he was a figure of immense power whose mere stomp could make true worlds tremble.

Ordinary people did not even dare breathe loudly in his presence. If he did not greatly value Zhu Fuyi, how would a mere junior be granted his personal audience?

“Grandfather, what do you mean? Are you worried I can’t compete with the young prodigies of other civilizations?”

“Then you can rest assured. To marry the Uncentral Princess, even if I must exhaust all my foundations, I will suppress every competing enemy.”

“So what if the Ninth Prince of Nanzhao is talented? Among those I have defeated over the years, there are many like him. I’ve simply always kept a low profile and disliked fame.”

Zhu Fuyi remained unwilling, his gaze blazing with absolute confidence.

Zhu Cangning shook his head, finding little comfort in such self‑assured words. His eyes lingered for several breaths on Zhu Fuyi’s double pupil.

“Grandfather knows you possess great fortune, and that post‑natal double pupil is extraordinary. But do not underestimate the heroes of the world. The great fortunes others carry may not be inferior to yours.”

“Moreover, aside from the younger generation, how do you know that no other existences will intervene in this selection? Those who have long stepped into the Dao Realm, whose cultivation is unfathomable—upon hearing of such an opportunity, would they not be tempted?”

“Setting aside age, in my eyes, you hold no advantage against them whatsoever.” His tone was calm yet heavy with pressure.

Zhu Fuyi faltered. Against his peers, he had full confidence. But against those who had already entered the Dao Realm, he could not contend at all.

“What’s more, I once fought alongside His Majesty to build this dynasty—following him through the conquest of three thousand immortal mountains, eight hundred demon lands, and thirty‑three layers of purgatory, subduing all lineages and sects one by one. I understand His Majesty very well. If nothing major had happened, he would never choose a husband for the princess he treasures so dearly…”

“I fear that something has gone wrong with His Majesty, and he is making arrangements in advance.”

Zhu Cangning continued, his tone tinged with iron and blood.

Zhu Fuyi was shocked, disbelief appearing on his face.

Something had happened to that god‑like, eternal existence?

Realizing the gravity of the matter, he hurriedly erased that portion of his memory and concealed the fluctuations of his divine sense.

Unless one possessed cultivation as unfathomable as his grandfather’s, one did not even dare think or speak of matters concerning the Uncentral Emperor. Because he would sense it—and the consequences would be unimaginable.

Zhu Cangning was unsurprised by Zhu Fuyi’s actions. Worry also surfaced on his face as he let out a long sigh.

“I hope my concerns are wrong. The Dark Calamity has descended. Though the situation appears stabilized, that is merely surface illusion. How could the Dark Calamity be so simple? I even fear that many clans and forces within the Uncentral Immortal Dynasty have already been secretly corroded and tainted…”

“If even the Uncentral Immortal Dynasty is like this, let alone the other civilizations and true worlds.”

Hearing this, Zhu Fuyi’s expression changed again, a heavy gloom rising in his heart.

The situation was far more chaotic and terrifying than he had imagined. Although the Uncentral Immortal Dynasty seemed peaceful and stable, beneath the surface there were likely surging undercurrents. Without the Uncentral Emperor’s presence, chaos would probably have erupted long ago.

“Though these are only my guesses, it is best to make preparations. His Majesty will not simply marry the princess off so easily—this may well be bait.”

“However, I can still try to help you secure an opportunity. As the saying goes, those near the water get the moon first. If you truly can marry the princess in the future, that would indeed be a good thing.”

Zhu Cangning’s gaze grew deep as he looked beyond the pavilion and spoke in a low voice.

Zhu Fuyi, who had been heavy‑hearted, immediately showed joy.

…

“Kill!”

“Fight the dark beings to the end!”

This was a land filled with blood and mourning. Heaven and earth had been torn apart. Terrifying crimson giant hands stretched across the universe, slamming down as spacetime trembled. Endless blood rain and bone fragments poured down.

Everywhere there was slaughter and shouting. The stench of blood filled the heavens. Torrential rain dyed red fell like waterfalls across the four seas and eight wildernesses.

Thick black mist, so viscous it seemed ready to liquefy, clung and fell from the shattered sky, crashing onto starfields, lands, cities, rivers, lakes, mountains. The ground churned and exploded into black mire‑like matter.

The once‑complete firmament now resembled a shattered mirror.

Chunks like flaming meteors fell from it, while endless dark beings surged out like tides, slaughtering everywhere.

All living beings and cultivators of this world fought desperately. The strongest battled their counterparts deep within the sky, but it did not last long—their weapon had already exploded.

Half shattered and fell, while the other half remained intact, radiating boundless light and letting out mournful wails.

Finally, blood mist burst forth there. Endless surging blood light illuminated the cosmos, staining even the darkest edges of the universe crimson.

All beings in the universe felt it in their hearts—boundless grief.

“Futile resistance. You will only become nourished for the grand sacrifice…”

A cold voice sounded from the depths of darkness at the end of the sky. A woman in white stood there—tall and slender, gauze like mist, hair like clouds.

With a gentle lift of her hand, the universe ahead was swallowed by dense black flames. Endless divine substances evaporated and floated up like particles of light, continuously gathering into a blood‑colored altar before her.

All dark beings prostrated themselves before her. Even the supreme dark being that had just shattered the universe with a single strike was no exception, showing her utmost reverence.

“Envoy Liuyun, what fine methods. Another world harvested.”

Suddenly, a light cough came from the boundless darkness. Amid ripples of spacetime, a figure emerged.

It was an old man in ancient robes, hands behind his back. His body looked frail and decayed, his eyes dim, carrying the aura of heavenly decline and rot.

As he walked forward, the surrounding spacetime began to collapse. Fragments of time flew about, and all kinds of eerie, terrifying visions appeared. The woman in white looked at him coldly, her expression without the slightest ripple of emotion.

“Who are you?” She asked indifferently.

“The once peerless and unrivaled Fairy Liuyun, reduced to serving dark beings—how tragic.”

The old man seemed to know her identity. He shook his head slightly, his tone filled with emotion and reminiscence.

“Fairy Liuyun is dead. Now there is only Envoy Liuyun.”

Hearing that title, her eyes seemed to shift slightly, but they soon returned to cold indifference.

“You were once revered by all realms, worshiped by the world, guardian of countless lives, your brilliance illuminating the annals of history and engraved in the hearts of all races. Who would have thought you too would fall onto this path of darkness and become the attendant of the Celestial Sacrificer?”

The old man continued to shake his head, clearly familiar with her past.

Her expression did not change. “Who exactly are you?”

“I come from the Heavenly Decline Division, one of the Eight Divisions. In a sense, we share the same origin as the Celestial Division behind you.”

The old man smiled. “Of course, you need not worry. I bear no ill intent, nor do I intend to stop you from harvesting offerings for the grand sacrifice. I merely came to ask you to pass along a message to the one behind you.”

Her eyes moved slightly. “What message?”

“The time may already be ripe. We cannot wait any longer. If we still do not act, when the reckoning comes, neither she nor we will be spared.”

“Perhaps… that one has already opened his eyes and is now coldly watching us.”

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