Sheng Fu

Chapter 1209 Different kinds of sorrow
The God-Emperor's eyes flickered between light and shadow, wavering between eternal night and dawn...

"That's certainly possible," the Divine Emperor murmured, his eyes lowered.

Throughout the long history of cultivation, no living being has ever reached the realm of myriad ends, and no one knows the secrets of the place of origin.

Even the God Emperor wouldn't know where to begin to investigate these matters.

What is puzzling is that everyone knows that Wanduan is a legendary realm.

The God Emperor himself could also sense the real existence of the Myriad Realms. Although he was in the boundless sea of ​​suffering, he could also vaguely sense the subtle, invisible light on the other shore.

The deeper I thought about it, the more doubts I had.

"Alright, alright. Inform Ji Yong to secretly arrive at Nanwang City, just in case," the Divine Emperor decisively ordered.

The situation is in the hands of the demons; regardless of whether the Demon Lord awakens or not, the God Emperor must prepare early.

Considering the current situation, with the human race, the god race, the spirit race, and the demon race all in a passive position, the God Emperor also felt helpless. All his planning and strategizing had come to an end, and now he could only start from scratch.

The three-legged bird nodded emphatically, then turned and disappeared into the void without a trace.

……

Yonghe Prefecture, inside the Marshal's Mansion.

The lights remained on, and the soldiers of the Divine Realm breathed a sigh of relief as the Iron Mang City was breached, the strategic crisis resolved.

Inside the main hall, Ji Yong paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, while Ji Nan sat alone at the table, drinking alone. The thought that the crisis in Yonghe Prefecture had been resolved in this way left Ji Nan, who longed to make a name for himself, feeling uneasy.

"You've got guts!" Ji Yong said with a serious expression and a hint of awe.

Ji Yong had long heard of Mu Chun's arrogance.

It turns out that all arrogance stems from strength.

As fellow soldiers, even though their positions differed, Ji Yong held Mu Chun in high esteem.

The void surged, and a three-legged bird gracefully appeared.

Upon seeing this, Ji Yong and Ji Nan quickly rose and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Your Excellency!"

The three-legged bird glanced at Ji Nan, who reeked of alcohol, before speaking to Ji Yong in a deep voice: "His Majesty has ordered you to return to Nanwang City in preparation for any eventuality."

"The Demon Lord may have already awakened, but he's merely watching from the sidelines..."

Upon hearing this, Ji Yong's heart trembled, and the calm water surface suddenly spread out with rolling waves.

"Now?" Ji Yong asked in a low voice, his brows furrowed.

"Yes!" The three-legged bird's voice left no room for doubt.

Ji Yong glanced at Ji Nan, his emotions still unsettled. He worried that Ji Nan might make a mistake after he left.

The three-legged bird's heavy gaze fell on Ji Nan, and it said in a deep voice, "You are to guard Yonghe Prefecture and are not allowed to go into battle. Everything must be done in accordance with His Majesty's decree."

Ji Nan immediately sobered up from his slight intoxication and bowed deeply, saying, "This humble general obeys the order!"

After saying this, the three-legged bird and Ji Yong crossed the void and departed.

……

The night was hazy, just like the nights of the Eldar.

The night sky, once ablaze with splendor and magnificence, is now shrouded in a hazy glow. The new emperor's ascension to the throne has, however, dispelled the sorrow in many people's hearts.

But the Eldar will never forget that great former emperor.

The hazy night in the capital will last for at least three years.

No one can predict what the situation will be like three years from now.

In a small tavern not far from Mengdu Prefecture, the lights were dim, and there was only one customer. The young man had a face as white as snow, and his azure eyes were filled with a broken light.

A pot of wine, paired with a steaming hot pot, but the young people's hearts remain unwarmed.

As a young boy, Zhongyi vividly remembers the first meal and drink he had at this tavern when he first came to Lingdu. At that time, he was completely lost about his future.

I don't know how to face that high and mighty father.

It was on that occasion that his aloof father unintentionally sat down opposite him.

The two did not chat about family matters, but simply exchanged greetings.

After that, Zhongyi became a member of the Lingmi Guard.

Although this father-son relationship was something that couldn't be made public, back in the palace, he often played chess and chatted with his father in the imperial garden.

Even though Zhongyi knew in his heart that his father would not acknowledge him as his son.

But that feeling was real.

Spending every day together, they gradually developed a unique understanding between father and son.

The father subtly cared for his son.

After spending a long time in the palace, the son naturally learned many ways of power and strategy, and gradually understood his father's many difficulties. Some things could only be controlled in secret, and could not be negotiated openly.

Now, revisiting this place, my heart is numb.

A person, eating hotpot, drinking alcohol, reminiscing about the past—this feeling can only be understood by those who have experienced it. Even in reminiscing, it is still something that cannot be brought into the light.

Zhong Yi didn't care who sat in that chair. He only knew one thing: he was the son of the Spirit Emperor, and his father had died for the Spirit Clan. That was enough.

Just as he put down his wine glass, he glanced up and saw Yuwen Jun sitting opposite him.

Yuwen Jun's eyes were deep as she carefully observed Zhong Yi. She was surprised to find that Zhong Yi's cultivation level had reached the peak of the Returning Origin Realm, only one step away from the Soaring Sky Realm.

This made Yuwen Jun think of many things. This young man is the son of the Spirit Emperor. Could it be that he has already touched the threshold of the Myriad Spirits True Essence? Although the true essence is not pure, it is already showing signs of gradual transformation.

Neither Linghe Wang, nor Zhen'an Wang, nor Bei Hanfei, Bei Hanmeng, and others have ever cultivated the Myriad Spirits True Essence.

Unfortunately, Zhongyi's identity could not be made public. His father did not want this father-son relationship to be known by the world, otherwise it would bring his son endless trouble, or even death.

If we consider age, Zhongyi is the most suitable person to succeed Emperor Ling.

“I noticed you were here, so I came. Drinking alone is bitter, I should keep you company,” Yuwen Jun said gently.

Before Zhongyi could pour the wine, Yuwen Jun poured himself a cup.

"I don't know how to comfort you, I can only stay by your side in silence," Yuwen Jun said, raising his cup in a toast to the haggard Zhong Yi.

Seeing this, Zhongyi also raised his wine cup and clinked it with Yuwenjun's, and the two of them drank it all in one gulp.

"You've already achieved some mastery of the Myriad Spirits True Essence?" Yuwen Jun asked cautiously.

Zhongyi's eyes dimmed, and he nodded slightly.

Yuwen Jun was overjoyed, but his mood quickly soured. Zhong Yi could only be the substance of the Spirit Clan, not its face.

"Do you want to become the regent? I should be able to do it if you're willing," Yuwen Jun tentatively asked in a soft voice.

Zhong Yi shook his head, unable to hide his sorrow, and said, "I have no interest in power."

"Thank you for your kindness, and I understand what you mean, but someone like me is not suited to perform on stage."

Yuwen Jun hesitated, feeling sorry for Zhongyi, who was so sensible that it broke her heart.

After pondering for a long time, Yuwen Jun said with a serious expression, "In that case, let's keep drinking until dawn."