Sheng Fu

Chapter 1208 All Monarchs Are Lost
Yuwen Jun remained silent; sometimes, communication between men doesn't require many words.

No one knew that Yuwen Jun was just putting on a brave face. He himself was unsure of his own abilities, but he had to present a strong and fearless demeanor in order to bolster people's confidence.

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The following day, the morning bells rang, and the ritual music of Lingdu was in full swing.

Upon hearing the news, the people of the capital quickly got up, changed into their finest clothes that they usually cherished, went out of their homes, came to the streets, and silently prayed for the new emperor with their hands clasped together.

The unusual phenomena caused by the new emperor last night naturally ignited a flame of hope in the hearts of lower-level officials and common people.

The new ruler has boundless potential and a bright future ahead.

Although the methods were somewhat old-fashioned, they were quite effective at this critical juncture. At least the people who had left home early in the morning were truly filled with hope for the new emperor who was still in swaddling clothes.

The overall public opinion trend is positive.

As for Yuwen Jun becoming regent, most people had no objection, and even if they did, it was in vain, because it was an imperial edict issued by the late emperor before his death.

Various speculations, expectations, or even some dark doubts spread deep within the hearts of the masses.

Before we knew it, it was noon.

A magnificent beam of auspicious light surged across the sky above the Spirit Race, spreading throughout the entire Spirit Race world.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of a dragon's roar resounded throughout the sky.

The Yinglong, so large it blotted out the sky, came into view of all living beings.

In the central square of the capital, all the civil and military officials kowtowed.

"The auspicious hour has arrived; the new emperor ascends the throne!"

A resounding voice, as loud as a bell, echoed in the ears of every member of the Spirit Race. Whether in the mountains and fields or in bustling cities, all the Spirit Race beings knelt down, clasped their hands, and kowtowed, shouting, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

Bei Hanfei stood on Yinglong's head, holding the child in her arms high above her head. Sunlight streamed down, as if endless holy light had gathered, forming a magnificent and surging picture of the land.

"Long live His Majesty..."

Loud voices echoed through the sky.

The fire of passion deep within people's hearts seemed to be rekindled, and they all raised their heads, their eyes burning with fervor as they looked at the child who rode above the dragon.

Thus, the gloom cast by the late emperor's death gradually dissipated with the ascension of the new emperor.

Inside the palace, Yuwen Jun and Jing Peiyao stood under the eaves outside the Wanling Palace. Their mood was neither good nor bad, because Yuwen Jun did not know whether Gu Yong would be happy or unhappy if he knew that his son had become the Ling Emperor.

It's hard to guess what's going on.

But no matter what Gu Yong's spirit in heaven thinks, his son has already become Emperor Ling.

Yuwen Jun said without any emotion, "With Huo Mu and Qing Yue here, all government affairs, big and small, can proceed as usual. In a few days, I will send An He and others here to assist my mistress in managing all kinds of government affairs."

"Let's get all the government affairs within the Spirit Clan's territory running smoothly first."

Upon hearing this, Jing Peiyao's expression darkened as she asked, "Should we implement the new policies within the Spirit Clan's territory?"

"If it is implemented now, we can strike while the iron is hot."

"With military power in our hands, we will surely be invincible."

"When a new ruler takes the throne, there should naturally be a new atmosphere."

Yuwen Jun shook his head and said, "There's no need to rush this matter. Integration takes time, and we don't yet know the specific details of the Spirit Clan's internal affairs."

"The most urgent task is to stabilize the situation."

"When the time is right, new policies will naturally be implemented."

"This matter may seem like it can be resolved with a single stroke, but in reality, it cannot."

Yuwen Jun raised his head and saw Yinglong approaching the Wanling Palace.

At the edge of the field of vision, Linghe Wang, Yan Che, and Bei Hanmeng led the officials at the forefront. As long as Yan Che was there, the people's hearts were with him, and naturally there would be no trouble at the first court meeting after the new emperor's ascension to the throne.

"Let's go, take charge of the government." Yuwen Jun turned and entered the Wanling Palace.

Jing Peiyao followed closely behind. The successor of the Empress could never have imagined that one day she would be in charge of the Spirit Clan with her husband. Such is the unpredictability of life.

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Human race, imperial capital.

On the Flying Dragon Platform, the Emperor, disheveled, leaned against his throne. Li Hongshan tiptoed over and brought him a cup of ginseng tea. The Grand Preceptor's face showed a mixture of guilt and confusion.

The sudden death of Emperor Ling in battle was something no one had expected.

One has to admire that Mu Chun of the Demon Clan was the brightest star in this era of great strife, tearing a wide rift in what was originally a stalemate.

"Gu Yong's son has ascended the throne, and Yuwen Jun is currently in charge of the overall situation," Li Hongshan reported, bowing his head.

The Emperor picked up the ginseng tea and took a sip. His eyes were deep and unfathomable, like a thousand-year-old cold pool, neither clear nor murky.

Yuwen Jun's temporary stay in the Spirit Clan means that in the future, His Majesty the Human Emperor will face the army of the Divine Realm, and Yuwen Jun can temporarily retreat to the background.

"What's the matter with Ji Yong?" the Human Emperor asked, his aura slightly weakened.

His comrades-in-arms, who fought side by side with him, have fallen in battle. They were once interdependent, but now only the Emperor remains. Naturally, His Majesty's heart is filled with the sadness of people leaving and things turning cold.

The little girl from the Demon Realm was unharmed, but unfortunately she was too weak and lacked the fighting power to be a right-hand man.

No one could see what lay ahead... "For now, we're raising the white flag; judging from the signs, it seems we're heading into a cold war," Li Hongshan replied humbly.

The Emperor smiled knowingly and said, "It seems that the final sword strike must have caused that person who likes to wear white quite a bit of pain."

Li Hongshan said cautiously, "Mu Chun died in battle, and the Demon King guarded the Iron Mang City without moving his troops. Judging from the signs, he is delaying time and waiting for the Demon Lord to wake up."

"Or rather, the Demon Lord has awakened, but has not reached the level of 'half-step myriad ends' as imagined."

"The Divine Emperor was wary, which is why he hesitated to act."

"The Cold War may have lasted a long time, or it may have lasted a short time."

"No one can seize the strategic initiative; everyone is waiting for the first bird to stick its neck out."

"In my opinion, we should also strengthen our military preparations and take a good rest for a while."

The hurdle of "half a step into a myriad of possibilities" is very difficult to overcome.

Unfortunately, no one knows what state His Majesty the Demon Lord is in now, whether he can barely put up a fight, or whether he can only bide his time, or whether there are other reasons.

But in any case, Mu Chun is the greatest warrior in this great struggle!
The Human Emperor chuckled dismissively, "The Demon Lord needs time. Continuing the cold war will give the Demon Clan a huge advantage."

"In fact, humans, spirits, and even demons all need a period of rest and recuperation."

"The repeated battles have left people exhausted."

"No matter who it is, a period of cold war is necessary, but the Demon Clan's complacent attitude is truly disgusting!"

Li Hongshan was filled with mixed emotions. If the fighting continued, no one would be in a good position. But if they waited for a period of rest and then started fighting again, it would still be a situation where no one would be in a good position.

This is the terrifying aspect of large-scale battles; a single battle can cripple the very foundation of a nation.

"When will Qianling return?" the Emperor suddenly asked.

Li Hongshan paused for a moment, then pondered, "I don't know yet. I'll write a letter to His Highness Qianling right away."

The Emperor shook his head and smiled, "Give her another letter in three days. After she returns, she can lead a delegation to the Spirit Clan to present congratulatory gifts to the new ruler."

Li Hongshan's expression darkened slightly, and he bowed in response, "Your Majesty is wise!"

Logically, the Emperor should personally go to Lingdu to congratulate Bei Hanyong on his ascension to the throne. However, Gu Yong's son is still a child. Furthermore, the Ling Emperor has just died in battle, and it is inevitable that some people will have doubts about the arrival of a powerful neighbor.

It's likely that the little girl from the Demon Realm had the same thought in her mind.

Although she was weaker, she was still the ruler of the demon realm.

Furthermore, it wouldn't be too late to pay a personal visit after the Eldar's internal affairs have been running smoothly.

If we go now, it will only cause Yuwen Jun some unnecessary trouble.

The ascension of the new emperor of the Spirit Race this time was entirely a matter of necessity.

In areas where it is necessary to avoid suspicion, one must never be negligent or careless.

Qianling had worked with Gu Cheng in the Demon Realm and had a connection with him, so there would naturally be no awkward situation regarding her attitude or position after she went there...

Divine Domain, Golden Palace.

Inside the main hall, a three-legged bird perched on the shoulder of the white-robed god-emperor, its eyes unfathomable. Despite several clandestine searches, it had failed to locate the Vermilion Bird clan's habitat.

They also did not consider the habitats of other ancient creatures.

The white-robed God Emperor's face was deathly pale. The Spirit Emperor's last primordial sword intent traversed time and space, precisely striking the Spirit Emperor's heart meridian. The Spirit Emperor, who was burning his blood essence to unleash his peak fury, was no less powerful than the God Emperor, and even slightly stronger.

Unfortunately, the God Emperor ultimately used the Origin Chip to block the Spirit Emperor's final attack.

Although the root of the heart meridian was successfully protected, the heart meridian itself still suffered a severe blow.

Even if it costs him his life, it can still make the God Emperor depressed for a while.

"What do you think of the current situation?" the Divine Emperor asked, his face ashen.

Mu Chun's move naturally benefits the Divine Realm. As long as the Spirit Emperor dies, the pressure on Ji Yong, Ji Nan, and others will drop sharply, and they will no longer have to worry about Yuwen Jun's unbridled attacks and conquests.

However, this very move has put the Divine Realm in a new passive position.

Has the Demon Lord already awakened?

If he hadn't awakened, he naturally wouldn't have dared to let Mu Chun sacrifice his life and engage in a death battle with the Spirit Emperor.

But if it's awake, why is there still no movement?

Various thoughts surfaced in the God Emperor's mind, but one thing the God Emperor was certain of was that after the Demon Lord awoke, he would not be in a half-dead state. Even if he had not reached the Half-Step Myriad Ends realm, he would be stronger than before.

Could it be that the Vermilion Bird that possessed the Seven Killings True Essence not long ago also gave the Demon Lord a sudden wake-up call?
What are these ancient creatures waiting for, lying dormant until now?
The God Emperor would never believe that those ancient beings with powerful bloodlines simply wanted to live a peaceful life.

Could it be that there are ancient beings even more powerful than that Vermilion Bird watching from the shadows?

In this era of great conflict, the more we investigate, the more mysteries emerge.

"Your Majesty, I am foolish and do not know how to view the situation," the three-legged bird said hoarsely, bowing its head after a long period of contemplation.

The Divine Emperor chuckled and said, "You can talk nonsense, but there has to be some perspective."

"Your opinion is important because you are also an ancient being."

As the three-legged bird's eyes darted about, a fierce gleam shone through, and my thoughts were momentarily as chaotic as a sandstorm.

"Perhaps we are waiting for an opportunity that involves both the place of origin and the realm of myriad ends." The three-legged bird pondered for a long time, but its confidence was somewhat lacking.