Chapter 157: Chapter 97: Liang Falls, Zhou Arrives (3)

"Shatter this cage of heaven and earth, and go see the true Human World! A world where our Human Race fights for dominance, where even the heavens must bow..."

And then.

There was nothing more.

Great Yu was still Great Yu.

But with a new Emperor.

Cruel and tyrannical, he tormented the masses. His name was Great Yu Yue, the second Emperor, but also the last—the one who set the stage for the future.

He broke the spirit of Great Yu, snapped the backbone of the Human Race, and instilled in all future Emperors a fear of the heavens.

’The path... Is it truly at my feet?’

Yu Le was in a daze.

For hundreds, even thousands of years.

Too many heroes had charged forward, one after another, only to die on this path.

Perhaps, soon, this path would claim one more corpse: that of the Wind Snow Sword Immortal...

’Or perhaps.’

’He can actually work a miracle...’

Yu Le smiled.

Tears streamed down his cheeks.

’In that case.’

’Excellent!’

’Then let my bones be the next to pave this path.’

The indolence was gone from Yu Le.

Five hundred years of lethargy vanished in an instant. His eyes shone brightly. After so long, the lost and helpless Prince had finally found his way.

"I am Yu Le!"

"The sole legitimate Prince of the Great Yu Royal Family!"

"Grandfather!"

"I will shatter these heavens! Even if it means my death!"

"HAHAHA!"

"The path lies at my feet! What a glorious revelation!"

Yu Le laughed.

For the first time in five hundred years, he laughed without restraint.

It turned out his path had always been right there, at his feet. It was the Heart Demon from eight hundred years ago, and the obsession he had never truly let go of!

「Imperial Hospital.」

Su Chen was idle.

By day, he watered the flowers and tended to the plants in his small courtyard. By night, he would go to Cyan Sparrow, brewing her medicine and overseeing her treatment.

At other times,

He would stay in the Library Pavilion, watching the Xuanyuan Treasure Tree grow.

And then,

He would watch as Cyan Sparrow built a snowman in the Library Pavilion’s medicinal herb garden.

Far away.

A great war was raging.

「The battlefield.」

Purple Robe and Crimson Robe faced each other.

The world was split in two. Two tides of resentment from the common folk wailed across the battlefield, making it seem as if the Demon Realm itself had descended upon the world.

Even true Demon Fiends, Grandmasters, and Immortals dared not approach, terrified of being tainted by this resentment, which would shatter their very souls.

And even if their souls weren’t shattered, they would be driven to madness, their cultivation wiped clean—a terrifying fate.

"Soldiers against soldiers."

"Generals against generals."

"And next, it will be king against king."

"Is it not?"

Sikong, ancient and frail, approached with his hands clasped behind him. His cold, pale eyes fixed on the usurper in purple as he spoke in a placid tone.

"Chief Steward Ye, it is time to awaken from your Illusory Dream."

"Return the Dynasty to the Great Zhou!"

...

...

It was the Eleventh Year of Xuanlong.

The first day of the first month.

The world was shaken.

News arrived.

The Purple-robed Thousand Years was dead. One hundred thousand armored soldiers lay buried. The first of the escaped Immortals—the Yaksha Ghost, the Ninth Mountain Lord of the Demon Fiends—had intervened.

The Imperial City was in chaos. The court was in a panic. With no one in charge, everything fell into disarray.

At this critical juncture,

Princess Yunyang, who had been bedridden and recuperating, stepped forward.

She said only a single sentence.

But it was enough to steady the hearts of the nobles.

"The Wind Snow Sword Immortal is in the Imperial City. Without his consent, no matter how rampant Old Zhou becomes, how would they dare try to occupy the Imperial City?"

And indeed, it was so.

Old Zhou’s three hundred thousand armored soldiers.

Advanced like a tide of mountains and seas.

Flushed with the momentum of a great victory and having conquered more than half the land, their sky-piercing Evil Qi swept across the land for thirty li.

The black dragon banner of the Great Zhou fluttered in the wind.

At the head of the column,

Within a carriage, a figure in a Crimson Robe and a sinister, ghostly shadow sat in silence, waiting.

"Are you confident?"

Sikong asked, his eyes closed.

"One hundred percent!"

The ghostly shadow replied.

"Good!"

Sikong nodded.

The three hundred thousand soldiers halted, looking at one another in a clamorous stir, advancing no further.

The Imperial City was distantly in view.

Only ten li remained.

They had stopped.

Daring not to advance another inch.

All because of a lone figure standing atop Cyan Mountain.

’An Innate Demon Fiend has made a move.’

’That’s breaking the rules.’

Beneath the moon.

The Muddy World Profound Robe.

A young man sharpened his sword.

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