The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 598 Do not pursue a cornered enemy, lest the country fall into chaos.

Boom boom boom.

The ancestral tomb of the Tantai clan had already suffered immense destruction due to the descent of heavenly fire. Now, with Tantai Wuji extracting all its vital energy and fortune, it was collapsing like a mountain, constantly crumbling and collapsing.

The ground cracked open, turning into a deep pit, and the tomb collapsed into it. Conversely, countless energies condensed from the Yellow Dragon's Qi burst forth from Tantai Wuji's body, and Lang Jiuchuan was blasted backward, with a stone falling on his head.

Her pupils contracted, and she rolled quickly to the side. The stone grazed her and fell, its sharp edges tearing her clothes and skin, from which blood seeped out.

Fengya, who was close to Tantai Wuji, was also blasted away by this imperial aura, and his physical fortune was on the verge of collapse. But what was more dangerous than this was that the imperial mausoleum was about to collapse.

Without hesitation, he focused his fingertips and unleashed a pure Netherworld power, carrying the power to pierce the soul, which struck Tantai Wuji fiercely.

"Blood Escape from the Void." Before that power entered his body, Tantai Wuji slammed his chest hard, and an ancient jade talisman he wore close to his body, engraved with spatial runes, suddenly shattered, almost causing his soul to leave his body.

A crimson spatial rift opened behind him, from which chaotic fluctuations emanated. As his soul transformed into a streak of crimson light and plunged into the rift, he glared at Fengya and Langjiuchuan with utter resentment and unwillingness, his gaze seemingly intent on branding their souls and hunting them down for eternity.

These two people actually forced him to this point; he will remember this!

When he returns, he will surely annihilate their souls and condemn them to eternal damnation!

Feng Ya's eyes narrowed, and just as he was about to slip into the crack before it closed, Lang Jiuchuan called out to him, "Don't pursue a desperate enemy."

She had just seen a strangely shaped lamp flash by in the gap, blood red and black, protecting Tantai Wuji's soul as it retreated. The Blood Escape Technique was unpredictable; if they rashly entered, they would suffer a great loss.

Moreover, that ancient lamp was very ominous, giving her a sense of danger no less than that of Tantai Wuji.

dong dong.

The boulder fell.

Lang Jiuchuan stumbled to Princess Tantai's side, hoisted her back onto his back, her body soaked in blood, and looked at Fengya. The latter reluctantly stepped forward, swept the two of them up, and before the Jitian Palace could completely collapse, he flashed into the void.

No sooner had they left than the Heavenly Palace exploded and sank, flames bursting across the night sky.

The massive commotion at the imperial mausoleum caused an uproar throughout Longtang Town, with everyone staring in disbelief at the direction where flames were shooting into the sky.

Meanwhile, some hermits who live in seclusion in the deep mountains frowned and looked worried as they watched the stars in the night sky appear increasingly chaotic.

It's going to change.

This world is likely to descend into chaos.

Behind the imperial mausoleum, Fengya led Lang Jiuchuan out of the Yin Road and saw the chaotic scene before them, remaining silent.

Lang Jiuchuan watched as the ancestral tomb of the Tantai clan shattered and was destroyed in the flames. The entire grand formation was also destroyed because Tantai Wuji had drawn away the imperial energy, and the fortune that had been gathered was slowly dissipating.

The aura belonging to the Tantai clan has dissipated!

Lang Jiuchuan glanced at the dark night sky, where the stars were scattered and the Ziwei star seemed to be covered by a layer of gray mist, flickering on and off.

The imperial star is dim and there are no auspicious stars to protect it; its destiny is in decline, and the country is about to fall into chaos.

Lang Jiuchuan was overwhelmed with mixed emotions and her breathing became unsteady. She suddenly coughed violently, spitting out mouthfuls of dark blood. She fell backward, her soul wracked with pain as if struck by lightning. Feng Ya had just lifted her up when suddenly, both of them were horrified. They looked up sharply and saw a bolt of purple-gold lightning, as thick as an arm, hurtling straight toward them.

Two people: "!"

"It's coming for me!" Feng Ya's hair stood on end, his brow twitched, and he immediately pushed Lang Jiuchuan away, mobilizing the power of the Nine Netherworlds and the luck stored in this body to tightly protect his soul.

He had already defied the heavens once. His spirit from another realm had entered this world again, and he was born from a corpse, which was equivalent to heresy. Furthermore, he had cooperated with Lang Jiuchuan to cause such a commotion and disrupt the cause and effect. Naturally, the heavenly way could not tolerate him.

If not him, who should be attacked?
Lang Jiuchuan was already in a bad mood, and seeing her teammate Fengya about to be struck down, she rebelled. She pounced on him, wrapping her limbs tightly around him with all her might, and roared, "What savior? I'm not doing it anymore! I finally got a helper, and he's going to cripple me? Whoever wants to be the savior can be the savior. Just strike me down! I quit!"

Despite her stubbornness, she still exhausted her last bit of spiritual power and summoned the Emperor Bell.

Fengya: "..."

Zi Lei: "!"

The thunder had arrived, but its power had become weaker and was absorbed by the Emperor Bell, so it only gently landed on the two of them.

We have to at least make an appearance.

Lang Jiuchuan felt a sense of relief as she softly fell off him. He looked at the corpse of Princess Tantai beside him, his vision went black, and he fainted.

Fengya sighed, resignedly picked her up, and didn't forget to take Princess Tantai with him. He took one last look at the Tantai Ancestral Mausoleum, which was destined to become a thing of the past, and then quickly disappeared from the spot.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

The uproar at the imperial mausoleum not only kept the entire town of Longtang awake all night, but the news also quickly spread to the homes of various powerful and influential families in Wujing, and even reached the palace.

Emperor Jian'an, Tantai Heng, was awakened by the news reported by his chief eunuch. He was so frightened that he rolled off his dragon bed, his face turning deathly pale.

The imperial tombs have been punished by the heavens and burned by heavenly fire. What terrifying news! It would be better to kill him. During his reign, which lasted less than a year, a natural disaster of corpse poison plague had already occurred. Now even the ancestral tombs have been burned. How can he bear this responsibility? Wouldn't our ancestors jump out of their graves and kill him?

That damned imperial advisor! How could he have been chosen as emperor? What bad luck! Or was it that the previous emperor deliberately mentioned him to the imperial advisor and chose him as a scapegoat?
Tantai Yan was deathly pale and his body was ice-cold; he was going to die.

"Your Majesty? Should we summon all the ministers to the palace?" the chief eunuch asked, trembling. Such a shocking event at the imperial mausoleum meant that the world was about to change.

"Go and announce it." Tantai Yan said in a hoarse voice, waving his hand weakly, "I need some peace and quiet. Don't let anyone come in to serve me."

They don't even refer to themselves as "朕" (the imperial "I") anymore.

The head eunuch's heart skipped a beat. He glanced at him, dared not say anything, and bowed as he withdrew.

After he left, Tantai Yan got up from the ground, glanced at it, picked up the jade dragon belt from the shelf, wrapped it around the window frame, tied a knot, and put his head inside.

Rather than be killed by the imperial advisor and die being cursed by the world, he would rather end his own life. He may not have the right to choose whether or not to be an emperor, but does he not have the right to choose to die?
As for how history records his cowardice and the infamy he will bear after his death, who cares? After he dies, who cares about the deluge!
Just as Tantai Yan was about to sink down, a thick black mist rolled in front of him, and in the mist was a dark, thick figure that sent chills down his spine.

He's not dead yet, and the legendary Black Impermanence has already come to take his soul?

"Useless!" Upon hearing this curse, Tantai Yan felt his soul being torn apart and shattered. In the instant his consciousness dissipated, he couldn't help but mock himself and sigh.

In my next life, I hope I will not be born into the Tantai family!