The auspicious sign is grand and thick, fundamentally immovable by the wind.

For such a celestial apparatus to ascend to the heavens, there is but one explanation they can conceive:

Divine Power!

Swish—

Almost without any coordination.

In mere seconds, a vast crowd of people, including many soldiers, had dropped to their knees!

After a moment.

A grand and clear chant began to slowly enter the ears of all those on the ground:

"The Emperor's minister, emboldened to use the mysterious sacrificial bull, proclaims to the august Emperor: For eight generations in the Song calendar, spanning a hundred and forty-one years."

"The former Emperor Zhao Ji failed to uphold the royal mandate, with celestial misalignments, and spiritual omens appearing. Those who foretold, considering the ways of the ancients, concur that the cycle has reached its end this generation…"

"All the Masters including Guo Jing and the barbarian chiefs declare: 'The celestial mandate cannot be refused, the divine implements cannot remain unused long, the ministers cannot be left leaderless, and the affairs of state cannot lack governance.'"

"The minister alone inherits the imperial image, how dare he not obey reverently..."

"After consulting the turtle shell oracles, the Grand Ancestor, the wise, valiant, and divinely virtuous Emperor appeared to the minister in a dream, revealing the divine path of the 'airplane', deemed auspicious, thus the minister now flies through the sky that all the common folk may witness…"

So it went.

Xiaozhao followed the flight path of Bo2, announcing as he flew, wherever he went, whether it was the common people or officials who disapproved, all yielded in reverence.

Indeed.

The divine phenomena of past monarchs were often mere market rumors, scarcely recorded even in unofficial histories.

But today, what of Xiaozhao?

Walking in the sky, his voice like spring thunder, how could one argue against this?

After half an hour.

Bo2, guided by ground markers, smoothly landed on the prepared grassy patch outside East Splendor Gate, where Xu Yun and Xiaozhao disembarked in succession.

Seeing the eunuchs and guards hastily approaching, Xiaozhao glanced sideways at Xu Yun, inquiring:

"Mr. Wang, are you really not coming with me into the palace?"

Xu Yun did not respond immediately but stepped back, bowing formally to Xiaozhao:

"This humble servant Xu Yun congratulates Your Highness on ascending the throne, celebrating for all the realm!"

"Xu Yun…"

Xiaozhao paused, nodding slowly:

"I… understand."

Then, recalling something, he added:

"Oh yes, the book you entrusted to me for Miss Li, she has received it and asked me to convey her thanks to you."

Having said that, he turned away, closing his eyes.

He held out his hands, allowing the attending eunuchs to arrange his attire.

After another quarter-hour.

The Minister of the Ministry of Rites, Li Qingchen, approached briskly:

"Your Highness, your attire is set, please enter the palace."

Xiaozhao nodded slightly, whispered a few words with Li Qingchen, indicating him to lead the way.

Receiving Xiaozhao's mandate, Li Qingchen signaled to the guards to disperse from Xu Yun's side.

Soon the ceremonial music played, and the retinue began moving towards East Splendor Gate.

"Your Highness!"

As Xiaozhao was about to step through the palace gate, Xu Yun finally made a decision, calling out loudly:

"In the book I asked Your Highness to pass to Miss Li, in the leather section at the end are several formulas, please use them with caution!"

Xiaozhao halted, but ultimately did not look back,

instead, as Xu Yun had done on the airplane, he raised a thumbs-up behind him.

Xu Yun remained standing there, watching Xiaozhao's departure.

Once Xiaozhao's figure disappeared, he sighed softly, turning towards the Vermilion Bird Gate where the common people gathered.

After another hour.

Old Su, piloted by Wang Bing, circled the city once more in the airplane, sparking another wave of exclamations and kneeling across the city.

Half an hour later.

The new Emperor ascended the city wall, praying for the state and its people.

The first quarter hour of the noon hour.

The ceremony concluded.

Xiaozhao, holding a ceremonial scroll, stood atop the city wall.

Amid the cheers, he waved to the tens of thousands of people below the city.

Somewhere unseen in the crowd,

Xu Yun too waved towards Xiaozhao on the platform.

As if bidding farewell to each other.

"Be a good emperor, Xiaozhao!"

.....

Then Xu Yun moved to a secluded corner and opened a transparent dialogue box.

At that moment.

The dialogue box boldly displayed the following message:

[Mission completed, please choose to return within 90 minutes, Wall-Facer]

[Countdown remaining: 115...114...113...]

Xu Yun continued to wait like that.

As the countdown reached the final second, he mentally declared:

"Halo, return…"

Moments later.

A halo enveloped Xu Yun, gradually transforming into particles, dissipating into the sky.

Farewell.

Old Su... Xiaoli... Xiaozhao... Wang Bing... Wang Yue... Zong Ze... Old Zhong... Zhang San... Old Li... Elder Xie... Yongzhu...

Oh yes.

And that donkey.

In any case....

Farewell, Great Song!

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