The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

The comments scrolled for a long time.

The screen was filled with messages of "Sending off Ancestor Yan," one after another, without stopping.

Until Ai Kun reappeared in the live stream.

He raised his hands and pressed them down on the screen.

"Babies, let's stop here for now."

[Anbo Day and Night]

"Waaaaah, wait, what do you mean, streamer?"

"Heaven has no heart, and neither do you, do you?"

Protecting the lights of every home

"Exactly! When Old Master Yan died, there wasn't a ten-mile-long street or a funeral procession of ten thousand people. Can't we just build him a grand building?"

……

Ai Kun's lips twitched several times as he read the comments.

He waited until the comments subsided slightly before speaking:

"My darlings, is there any possibility...?"

"Our Ancestor Yan isn't dead yet?"

"???"

【厌冄】

"What...what? He's still alive? Our Ancestor Yan has been drained of his life force and turned into a dried-up corpse!!"

"So many eyes are watching!"

"Could it be that Patriarch Yan has turned into a zombie?!"

[Spider Transmission]

"Wait... everyone! Everyone!!"

"Have we forgotten... that one of our ancestors was actually capable of resurrecting people?!"

[Farewell to the Old Year, Welcome the New Year 11]

"Is the person upstairs referring to the Desolate Heavenly Emperor?"

"But that's not right!"

"Didn't you say, streamer, that the Desolate Heavenly Emperor didn't lift a finger throughout this entire battle?"

"That's contradictory!"

The Fiercely Attacking Mouse

"Exactly! Are you kidding us, streamer?!"

Give me back my tears!!!

A massive outcry erupted in the live stream room.

One moment the audience was saying goodbye to Master Yan, the next they all turned their anger towards Ai Kun.

Ai Kun rolled his eyes.

"It's as if no one has cried; then who will repay my tears?"

"Alright, let's get down to business."

"Whoosh!"

The folding fan unfolds.

Aikun raised his fan ribs and tapped the projection behind him.

"When I said the Desolate Emperor didn't take action, I meant he didn't intervene in that apocalyptic war."

"From the moment the black fog pressed in until Old Ancestor Yan sacrificed himself, he truly did not step into the battlefield even once."

"As for what happens after the war ends..."

Ai Kun paused deliberately.

"Then it doesn't count as a battlefield."

The comments paused for a moment, then started jumping even faster.

Ai Kun didn't explain further.

"Then why do you say that our Ancestor Yan is not dead?"

"Or rather..."

"Who ultimately saved his life?"

He turned his body to the side, giving up the entire projection behind him.

"Let's look at the last chapter of the Yan family's story."

The comments section gradually quieted down.

All the audience members focused their attention on the projection.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

Night fell over the capital.

The north wind swept across Lingshan, carrying the still-burnt paper money into the air.

One of the paper money pieces flew along the mountain path, swirling several times before finally landing on a large tomb made of jade.

There are no eternal lights on either side of the tombstone.

Only two faded white silk ribbons were left, fluttering back and forth in the wind.

The camera pans past the tombstone and continues forward.

The entire capital city was captured on camera.

The streets that used to be brightly lit are now mostly dark.

Broken city walls lay in the distance, and wisps of black mist could still be seen occasionally between the collapsed buildings.

The war is over.

The city, however, has not returned to its former bustling state.

Upon seeing this, sighs echoed again in the live chat.

"We still couldn't hold on..."

But the next moment.

The sigh instantly turned into a shocking "Holy crap!"

Suddenly, a dim golden light appeared in front of the camera.

That light was very weak.

Hanging amidst a sky full of paper money, its light flickers uncertainly, as if it could go out at any moment.

The camera just happened to be pointing right there.

No matter how inconspicuous it may seem, it cannot escape the eyes of billions of people.

Golden light spreads outwards.

A figure in a long robe and with long hair stepped out from within.

The face is still not clearly visible.

All that could be seen was the golden halo covering the body.

However, compared to the radiant Desolate Emperor in the War God chapter, the figure before him was more than ten degrees darker.

There wasn't even the slightest bit of pressure around him.

Only a few wisps of golden light, almost extinguished, clung to the hem of her clothes and kept falling off.

The live stream chat exploded.

【Night Flight, Stars Never Sleep】

"What?!"

"Is this the Desolate Heavenly Emperor?"

"Why do you look so weak?"

The Desolate Emperor looked up at the two names on the tombstone, then looked down at the large tomb at his feet.

next second.

He walked up to the grave and kicked it.

"boom!"

The entire mountain trembled violently.

Jade bricks, earthen mounds, and rubble flew into the air, only to be stopped by a layer of golden light as they reached mid-air.

The underground palace beneath the tomb has been completely exposed.

The vermilion coffin is on the left.

The dark coffin is on the right.

The two coffins remain exactly as they were when they were buried, and they are placed side by side in the center of the underground palace.

"???"

"Holy crap? The Desolate Heavenly Emperor kicked down Old Ancestor Yan's grave?"

[1 Extreme Offense and Control 1]

"No, it seems it was to save Elder Yan. Then it's alright."

The audience continued to keep their eyes on the screen.

The Desolate Emperor glanced at the two coffins in the underground palace, then turned around and raised a finger.

Make a light sweeping motion from top to bottom in front of your body.

"Rip—"

A thin line was cut through the darkness.

The cracks expanded to both sides, and inside there was no typical spatial turbulence, only an intensely dense, emerald-green divine light.

A bare foot stepped out from the emerald light.

Her ankles were slender, and her skin was fair.

Several willow-branch-shaped emerald green patterns entwine around it, disappearing into the overlapping gold and emerald hem.

Landed on tiptoe.

There was no roar.

Only a ring of emerald light spread silently along the ground.

Where the light streaks passed, the frozen soil loosened.

Tender shoots break through the soil.

The once-dead trees sprouted new branches, and the scorched hillside was quickly covered with a layer of lush greenery.

Flowers that don't belong to this season burst through the soil, blooming all the way from the grave to the foot of the mountain.

The black mist remaining in the ruins emitted a faint burning sound as soon as it touched the green light, and then dissipated in the blink of an eye.

Just one step.

The once desolate Lingshan Mountain is now covered with new greenery.

The figure then completely stepped out of the crack.

Her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her gilded crown was adorned with jade and white feathers, with pearl and jade tassels gently rustling on either side.

She had a green divine mark on her forehead and a light pink hue at the corner of her eyes.

A magnificent robe, woven with gold and emerald, covered her body, its hem sculpted into the folded wings of a divine bird.

A slender willow branch wrapped around her wrist and slowly unfurled behind her.

Ancient runes floated and sank with the willow leaves.

With each rune that lit up, the vegetation in the mountains grew more lush.

She did not exert any pressure.

But as she stood there, the wind stopped beyond the willow branches, and all the flowers and grasses on the mountain bowed their branches and leaves toward her.

The Desolate Emperor watched her approach and nodded gently.

"Willow Goddess, I'm begging you."

The Willow Goddess came before him and nodded.

"Um."

As the voice faded, the wind in the cemetery paused for a moment.

The sound was very soft.

The ending tone was so gentle that it made you afraid to breathe loudly.

Just one word caused the live stream to fall silent for a brief moment.

"What...what the hell?"

【Thousand Maple Nights of Joy】

"This...this is divine beauty..."

"She looks just like my mom!"

Quantum Cat Lamp

"Don't mistake her for someone else, upstairs! That's clearly my mom!"

"My mom!"

"My mom!"