Sheng Fu

At this moment, the people on the city wall fell into despair.

The Emperor's Sword exuded a magnificent sword intent, and the hand holding the sword trembled violently.

Even if the Human Emperor could break through the God Emperor's obstruction, it would be too late.

It's completely stagnant...

Inside the deep space battlefield.

The cicadas of spring and autumn possess boundless spiritual power, causing the eternal Dharma form to gradually radiate brilliance, its Daoist charm surging with boundless killing power.

The Spirit Emperor suddenly amplified his aura, and the Myriad Spirits Dharma Image shone brightly. A vast and boundless pressure covered the entire battlefield, plunging it into a state of utter chaos.

The Law of All Spirits instantly and completely suppressed the Law of Eternity.

Mu Chun laughed heartily, "Hahaha..."

Come on, kill me!

The Spirit Emperor completely sacrificed his entire essence, unleashing boundless killing power. He commanded the Myriad Spirit Dharma Forms with the force of thunder and lightning as he attacked Mu Chun. Upon seeing this, Mu Chun showed no fear whatsoever.

Mu Chun knew that he could not withstand this attack.

But it doesn't matter anymore; after this attack, Emperor Ling will inevitably perish.

Ke Muchun would never stand here and wait to die.

He gritted his teeth and gave it his all, gripping the Spirit-Devouring Spear, and charged forward.

Even if it means death, we must die on the front lines!
Rumble…

The myriad spirits' dharma form descended, its power stirring up the vast galaxy, reversing yin and yang, and overturning the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. Under its furious attack, Mu Chun's eternal dharma form instantly transformed into a sky full of brilliant light rain.

Mu Chun suddenly felt time slow down, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

On his deathbed, he recalled scenes from many years ago.

As a boy, Mu Chun stood outside the Eternal Palace.

His elder brother bestowed upon him a spirit-devouring spear and a cicada from the Spring and Autumn Period.

"Soul Devouring, do you know what that means?" The elder brother's spirits were high, and his deep eyes seemed capable of swallowing the entire vast world.

"Spirit Devouring, swallowing the Spirit Race, your subject obeys the decree!" The young Mu Chun knelt down and accepted the Spirit Devouring Spear and the Spring and Autumn Cicada, which were filled with destiny.

The scroll of memories suddenly blurred, and Mu Chun's consciousness had mostly dissipated.

"Your Majesty, I have done it!" Mu Chun smiled broadly before falling into eternal silence.

The light rain illuminates the heavens, and all people can see it.

At this moment, people in the Demon Realm, the God Realm, and the human realm were all shocked. In the clear sky, brilliant light rain swept across all directions.

Within the ancient mountains and hidden valleys, in the depths of the vast ocean, all living beings can witness such unparalleled brilliance.

On the city wall of Xinghan City.

A weak cicada from the Spring and Autumn Period had somehow landed on the Demon King's shoulder. The King looked at the brilliant light in the sky and tears streamed down his face.

Sonorous!

The Spirit Devouring Spear fell from the deep sky and embedded itself in the city wall of Starry Sky City. The spear was stained with blood, its frenzied fighting spirit burning endlessly, exuding an unparalleled pressure that overwhelmed heaven and earth.

The Iron Manor City.

The God Emperor gazed at the battlefield in deep space. Suddenly, a pure, primordial sword intent swept over. The God Emperor coldly smiled and said, "Even on your deathbed, you still want to harm others?"

Even so, the God Emperor dared not underestimate him in the slightest. The Spirit Emperor's combat power at this moment was no weaker than that of a peak God Emperor. He quickly disappeared into the void without a trace.

However, this sword intent also followed the God Emperor into the void, and no one knew the outcome of this sword strike.

Emperor Ling descended from the sky, and everyone on the city wall knelt on one knee.

Emperor Ling was radiant with boundless Daoist charm, as if he had merged with the Great Dao, filled with endless mysteries.

The Emperor gazed solemnly at his old friend.

"Return to the human capital immediately. The Iron Mang City is doomed to fall." Emperor Ling replied gently, his eyes filled with pity.

The emperor's heart trembled, and he bowed and took his leave.

"His Majesty……"

Zhen'an King, Gu Bei, Linghe King, and Bei Hanfei cried out in grief.

Emperor Ling looked up at the sky, his figure gradually fading away. His glory, which should have lasted for eternity, was coming to an end prematurely.

"All beings of the Spirit Race, heed my command! Bei Hanyong is hereby succeeded as the Spirit Emperor!"

"His mother, Bei Hanfei, ruled from behind the curtain."

"Yuwen Jun is hereby appointed as Regent!"

"Those who disobey the emperor's command will be annihilated by heavenly thunder and earthly fire, their very bodies and souls destroyed..."

The voice, like a decree of the Great Dao, resounded throughout the mountains and rivers of the Spirit Clan. At this moment, all the people of the Spirit Clan prostrated themselves on the ground, tears streaming down their faces.

Within the capital, sorrow surged like a tide, sweeping across the sky.

Emperor Ling has died!
……

Outside the city, wolf riders howled wildly as the Demon King, wielding the Spirit-Devouring Spear, charged in with overwhelming force, shouting, "Brothers, crush the Iron Mang City!"

The war is not over yet, there is no time for grief.

The Prince of Zhen'an was instantly enraged and roared, "I'll fight you to the death!"

Suddenly, a dragon's roar resounded through the sky. Yuwen Jun rode the Yinglong and arrived, holding the Monarch's Blade in his hand. He pushed the power of origin and the chaotic imperial energy to the limit, and threw the Monarch's Blade, which shot straight at the Demon King.

This strike, imbued with the killing power of heaven and earth, shattered the void. Even the Demon King had no choice but to temporarily evade its edge. Yinglong opened its mouth and spewed out a world-destroying bolt of lightning, suppressing the entire battlefield.

Yuwen Jun quickly turned around and said, "Master's wife, quickly gather our forces and leave Iron Mang City. We must preserve the flame! As long as we're alive, we can always rebuild!"

Bei Hanfei was jolted awake from her dream and immediately shouted, "All generals, listen to my command! Gu Bei and Bei Hanmeng, immediately gather the army and retreat to Sky City!"

Gubei and Beihanmeng rapidly constructed a large-scale void channel.

At that very moment, the Demon King slashed away the Monarch's Blade, shattering the lightning, and was about to wield the Spirit Devouring Spear to slay the dragon when suddenly, sword energy stirred the battlefield. Pu Weiqing unleashed a world-shaking attack, with twenty-four pure sword energies once again overwhelming the entire battlefield.

Just as Yuwen Jun breathed a sigh of relief, Yinglong suddenly let out a violent dragon roar. Blood gushed from its neck, and a pure white snow roc appeared, its sharp wings tearing through the void and nearly severing Yinglong's head.

Yuwen Jun quickly returned to defense, injecting a large amount of Origin Power into Yinglong's body, and swiftly traversed the void in a short distance, narrowly avoiding the attack.

As they regained their footing, they saw the sky filled with shattered sword energy, and twelve demonic snow rocs linked together in a line, exuding boundless power and revealing a terrifying killing intent.

Fortunately, Pu Weiqing's crucial sword strike forcefully interrupted the terrifying offensive of the twelve snow roc birds.

Otherwise, not only Yinglong, but even Yuwen Jun himself would have died on the spot.

The Demon Clan's national bird must not appear except at the crucial moment of victory!

"Retreat quickly!" Pu Weiqing shouted from the city wall, his arm around the shoulder of Prince Zhen'an. Yuwen Jun understood immediately and vanished into thin air.

The Iron Mang City was deserted, yet the city walls remained as magnificent as ever.

The Eldar's first line of defense has been breached!

The Demon King leaped lightly and landed on the city wall, planting his Spirit-Devouring Spear in the very center. He shouted, "Order the entire army to wear white mourning clothes and observe seven days of mourning!"

Seeing the bloodstains on the Devouring Spirit Spear, the Demon King knelt down with a resounding clang.

"We won!" King Wu cried out in tears, his body limp and powerless as if his spinal cord had been drained.

……

Yunhan Mountain stretches far and wide, towering into the clouds. The mountainside is shrouded in mist all year round. The city built in the mountains is not only vast in area, but also appears to be close to the sky, hence the name Sky City.

In terms of geographical layout alone, this city is easier to defend than the Iron Mang City.

Inside the city, the soldiers who were forced to retreat were demoralized and heartbroken. Some of the loyal and brave Spirit Clan soldiers could not believe that His Majesty had passed away, and some even died suddenly from a fit of anger.

Wei Mo and Yan Che were also forced to leave the pass. Before they could recover, they had to lead their confidants to appease the soldiers in the city and maintain order and military appearance.

Inside the city lord's palace.

Yuwen Jun and Bei Hanfei stood in the very center.

Prince Zhen'an, Prince Linghe, and others looked like stray dogs, as if their life force had withered away.

Meanwhile, Pu Weiqing, Jing Peiyao, Qi Han and other human elites subconsciously stood guard outside the city lord's mansion to maintain order. Since it involved the internal affairs of the spirit race, it was inconvenient for them to show up and listen in.

Yuwen Jun's face was deathly pale, clearly still not recovered. The causal power of the Bright Soul Mountain could not be dissolved in a short time.

Seeing the dilapidated state of Prince Zhen'an and Prince Linghe, Yuwen Jun felt a piercing pain in his heart.

He never dreamed that Mu Chun would have the blessing of the Spring and Autumn Cicada.

What no one expected was that Mu Chun's journey south was aimed at Emperor Ling.

Now, all of this is a fait accompli.

However, the road ahead is even more difficult and fraught with obstacles.

After a moment of contemplation, Yuwen Jun forced himself to take a deep breath and said, "A country cannot be without a ruler for a day. The most urgent task at present is to stabilize the internal affairs of the Ling Clan. Now, as the regent, I order King Linghe to return to the capital immediately to begin the preparations for the new emperor's enthronement ceremony."

Ling and Wang looked up blankly, their eyes glazed over, their grief overwhelming, their expressions utterly wooden.

Seeing this, Yuwen Jun slightly avoided Ling and Wang Mamu's gaze and said through gritted teeth, "We cannot let our emotions run wild at this moment; we must still prioritize the overall situation."

"I hope Your Highness can suppress your heartache and pave the way for the young master for the time being, so as to stabilize people's hearts."

"If even the Prince can't muster his spirits, the situation will likely become even more difficult..."

They understood the logic, but Ling and Wang were clearly still in shock.

"I'm going now." Ling and Wang wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes with their sleeves, their backs turned forlorn as they crossed the void and disappeared.

Prince Zhen'an was stunned, and he had lost a lot of weight.

No one could accept such a tremendous change.

Even Yuwen Jun felt a sense of emptiness. With the loss of a peak combatant, the alliance of the three races would inevitably be suppressed and weakened in the future.

The strategic balance has completely shifted towards the gods and demons.

Even Yuwen Jun himself didn't know what to do next. In this era of great strife, was there still any possibility of victory?
Some accounts cannot withstand close scrutiny; once you do, all you find is bitter tears.

Yuwen Jun forced himself to speak, “I hope Your Highness will pull yourself together. You are still the Zhen’an Prince of the Spirit Clan. As long as you are here, the Spirit Clan soldiers will have a backbone. If you, this backbone, fall, the entire Spirit Clan will completely collapse. If His Majesty’s spirit in heaven knew that you were so dejected at this moment, he would probably be full of disappointment.”

"Bei Hanyong was born with both Chaos True Essence and Myriad Spirits True Essence, destined to become the strongest ruler in the history of the Spirit Race. The Spirit Race still has a future!"

Prince Zhen'an simply nodded blankly.

He had guarded the Iron Mang City for many years, and the people of the Spirit Clan even thought that the Iron Mang City was the private property of the King of Zhen'an. But now, the Iron Mang City has been lost, and he has lost his soul.

This psychological gap is enough to cause serious harm.

The enemy he had always wanted to kill died together with His Majesty.

Thinking of all this, Prince Zhen'an felt as if a thousand arrows were piercing his heart, a fate worse than death...

Seeing this, Yuwen Jun knew that she could not appease the prince in a short time.

He then looked at Bei Hanmeng and said softly, "Sister Meng, you should return to Yixi Sect immediately and mobilize experts to take over the Spirit Palace. The defenses must be rotated immediately without any delay."

"Inform all beings of the Spirit Race that Bei Hanyong has boundless potential, possesses great fortune, and is born with the True Essence of Myriad Spirits and the True Essence of Chaos. Given time, he will surely become a pillar of heaven and a model for all ages."

"We must convince people that the young ruler of the Spirit Clan will surely lead the Spirit Clan to an unprecedented golden age."

Bei Hanmeng wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, turned around and left.

In fact, these arrangements were made out of necessity. Although Bei Hanyong had immense potential, he was too young, and the world was in a time of great strife. It was clear to everyone that there simply wasn't enough time for Bei Hanyong to grow up properly.

But for the people of the Spirit Clan, and for the lower and middle-ranking officials, scholars, and warriors, Bei Hanyong was the hope of the entire Spirit Clan. If even that hope were to be extinguished, then all hope would be lost, and there would be no way to turn things around.

Many years ago, Gu Yong and Bei Hanfei fell in love, but they could not be together.

Years later, Gu Yong and Bei Hanfei's son ascended to the rightful throne of the Spirit Clan.

Bei Hanfei suddenly raised her head and looked at Yuwen Jun with a worried expression, asking, "What's wrong with your injuries?"

Yuwen Jun shook his head, his face pale, and said, "My injuries are not serious. Now we need to stabilize the situation quickly. My master's wife will be ruling from behind the curtain from now on, and she needs capable ministers to assist her. I can send Anhe and others into the Spirit Palace to obey my master's wife's orders."

"Judging from the signs, the Demon King will not launch a major attack on Sky City. What the Demons really want is for our three-race alliance to break down, while also containing the Divine Realm army."

"We are reaping the benefits without lifting a finger. We know it's a calculated scheme, but we have no choice but to fall into it."

"Although the new policies for human internal affairs have been implemented and the cabinet has acted swiftly, the old nobles have not all died out. It still needs to be simmered slowly and brought to a close. Now that His Majesty has passed away, the morale of the three-race alliance has been halved. Reorganizing and starting anew is extremely exhausting."

"Compared to these great undertakings, my injuries are insignificant."

"His Majesty appointed me as Regent only because my human and demon races have high prestige, which helps to balance the situation and avoid internal strife among the three races as much as possible. I hope my master's wife can understand these good intentions."

Bei Hanfei smiled through her tears and nodded silently.

Yuwen Jun wished that Bei Han Yong would grow into a young man in his twenties by tomorrow.

After saying this, Yuwen Jun sat down weakly in the chair, rubbing his chest. He almost coughed up blood. Mu Chun's move had directly severed all the strategic advantages of the three-race alliance.

Suddenly, the void inside the hall surged, and Gu Cheng returned, his face ashen.

"How could this be..." Gu Cheng was stunned and lost in thought, his eyes extremely dark.

Yuwen Jun frowned and said, "It's not too late to return. Go to Lingdu immediately, guard Mengdu Prefecture, and supervise all civil and military officials. Anyone who takes advantage of the situation to harbor treacherous intentions or spreads rumors should be executed on the spot!"

"Everything, for the new emperor's ascension to the throne!"

"Go quickly! The situation is extremely urgent; we can't afford to be sad and shed tears here!"

The emperor has passed away, and the road ahead remains long and arduous. (End of Chapter)